All I knew was that I had to get a date with you before twenty other guys gobbled you up if I was to have a chance at all in getting to know you." In ...lunt language baby, I wanted you, bad. Other guys saw it or felt it also, you remember how they called you and tried to entice you away and how I was so desperate to try and get all your free time committed to me so they couldn't get a date? Baby I still see or feel that something, you still have it and I know that Jimmy feels it too he doesn't. Fir dhake maarne laga… mom ke bhari barkam melons hilne lage….Kamal : kya baat hai aaj dairy farm bade hil rahe hain….. lagta hai kafi time se doodh nahin supply huaMom : abhi tum bade milkman aa gaye ho saar nikal ke le jana onn kamal zor se andhar bahar nikalo na chuhae ko,,,,uffff…oonnnnnnnnn…Kamal zor se jatka maarne laga .n kya dicky (gaand ) hai teri isme to 4 se 5 logon ka saamaan aa jaye….Fir mom bed ke neeche khadi ho gaye aur ek taang bed par rakh dee….. kamal se neeche khade ko ke. “You and your friend may come in, my sweet.”Excitement rushes through me at the reality of Corinne watching Laurence use me as his sweet, obedient fuck doll. Once we enter his room, he doesn’t hesitate to shove me against the wall and wrap those beautiful hands that I adore so much around my vulnerable neck. He gazes deeply into my eyes as my breathing turns shallow and my entire petite body trembles in complete surrender to his dominant touch.“Remember what I wrote the other day, my sweet?. Hunter came home every weekend so we saw each other for 2 nights each week, but could only manage sex at opportunistic times. Just to feel, hug and kiss Hunter made me feel so secure and happy. Throughout the week, Hunter rented a 2 bedroom apartment in the inner Melbourne suburb of South Yarra . I can remember one spring weekend in September, 2000. Mum and dad had gone on holidays for a couple of weeks as they were now retired and I was minding the house for them. We had been.