I had imagined fucking her so many times it was starting to feel like we had already had sex. I couldn’t care less about her reputation. Emma was dr...ving me crazy. I wanted to fuck her. Desperately.My fantasies had begun relatively benignly, straight sex, perhaps even romantic sex. As the weeks passed, my masturbatory efforts explored deeper and darker fantasies. Soon I was filling her every orifice; handcuffs appeared, nipple clamps, harsh spanking that left lingering marks on her firm round. ‘Rough. Some folks in Bountiful stopped by our Vancouver office. They want to hire us on retainer. I had to spend an extra 2 hours at the office researching their situation and the relevant statutes. How was your day?’ ‘Well, work went well, but,’ Patrick paused. He looked down grimly. ‘I got some bad news on the phone today.’ Francis placed a concerned hand on her husband’s arm. ‘What is it?’ ‘Columbian Presbyterian called. My tests results are in. My sperm is defective.’ ‘Oh.’ Francis cried. Thodi der me uske lund se paani chhoot gaya aur woh dhila ho gaya. Main wahan se chali gayi to mujhe khayal aaya, meri panty bhi gili ho chuki thi. Maine ja ke badal li.Woh nazara mere dimag se utarata hi nahi tha. Raat ko patidev ke saath sone gayi tab bhi dimag me yahi mandara raha tha. Us raat main bahot garam ho gayi aur pati ke upar ho gayi. I rode over him like anything. Baad me unse bhi bahot chudavaya. Woh bhi bol uthe, aaj tujhe kya hua hai ? Koi blue film to nahi dekh li ? Main kya. He loves her and shows her every day, He cherishes her and holds her up on a pedestal. She feels the arms of her Angel on earth enfold around her. Her Angel saved her, from the feelings of worthlessness. Her Angel made her feel whole again. Before her Angel came along, she was just a shell of a girl, the discarded little thing in the corner, alone and scared, but full of more courage then she will ever realize, the courage it took to leave, without looking back. She was afraid to be herself,.