She is living with her mother and a little sis who was 15 years old at that time and also developing towards a sexy baby. I will tell u more about her...younger sister shumaila in my next story. Her father was in USA so they always request me to do any task for their home or outside work.Nadia was in Inter Science and I was doing Masters at that time. One day nadia came to my house in afternoon around 3.00 pm, at that time my family was sleeping in one bed room and closed the door so that Ac. I look to my left and there it is, my wheelchair. My prison.My life.It sits there mocking me, knowing that I will never escape its hold on me. I hate this chair with all my being. I can feel my soul growing darker with each day’s passing.My mind rages on. Why did life have to be so cruel? Why can’t I find the happiness that others seem to have? Why do I have to be stuck in this permanent hell? “Why does God hate me?” I say out loud.As I struggle to move my legs from the warmth of my bed, I. Wo uthakar bathroom maa aa gayi phir mai bhi bathroom aa gayi. Under aa kar maine use piche se jor se pakad kar uske boobs jor jor se dabane laga, us din uske boobs bahot hard the. Usne aankhe band kar di. Mai uske balls ko t-shirt ke uper se dabane laga. Thodi der bad ek hath se uski Capri nikal di uski chut me ungli dal di aur ungli se uski chudai karne laga. Thodi der bad maine uske sare kapde nikalkar bilkul nangi kar diya. Ab wo mere samne bilkul nangi thi. Maine apni pant ki zip khol kar. ”“Now that I can do”I get up on my knees making her do the same. I bend her her to where she is on all fours and I rip off her knickers. “Please sir...I need it inside me”“Hold on Hold on”“Ple-” I spank her hard cutting her off“I said you will wait”“Yes sir.” She presents her butt to me in the air as if to make me go faster and put it in.I sit there and enjoy the view for a few seconds and then without warning i grab the leash and collar from under the bed and put it on her. I grasp hold of the.