Ek din pooja bhabhi apne ghar ki safai kar rahi thi to usne bola ke aaj tum janvi ko play house se le aaoge to me bola ha uske bad janvi ko le ke uske...ghar gaya to bhabhi boli jab tak janvi so nahi jati tum mere bed room me uske sath khelo fir me uski beti ke sath uske bedroom me khelne laga fir janvi so gayi tab mene pooja bhabhi ke bedroom me uska cupboard khola aur uski bra and panty nikali wow kya madak karne wali khusbu aa rahi thi uski panty se fir mene apna lund nikala aur uski panty me. ” She started laughing more and lost her breath. Finally I said in my regular voice, “Well Connie, how could I resist your hot voice, you do sound wonderful.” Finally she began to speak, “You’ve been a bad boy mister, and paybacks can be hell!”, and laughed. I said I should give her a sporting chance to pay me back, but we better describe ourselves first, I said, “I’m 3feet tall and weigh 500 pounds.” She said, “Yeah? Well I’m the bearded tooth pick lady at the fair and I weight 45. "Please log in" Well, I didn't have a login. Let's see how user-friendly it was."New User." Understood. New user protocol initiated" I saw a sliding bar graph on the heads-up display. Nice feature, that. I felt pressure here and there, a couple pin-pricks as I no doubt got sampled, and at the end I got the quick flash of a retinal scan. "Completed. Subject is a moderately under-weight caucasian male with limited muscular development, moderate endurance, good vital lung capacity and good cardiac. When I got old enough to understand sex, I daydreamed about being thrown down, tied up, controlled and used.I’m kinky to my very core, but if it weren’t for the internet I would never have known there were other people out there, like me, who craved these unspeakable things. Reading stories online helped me be OK with myself and understand that I’m not alone.And I wonder how many people hide their feelings; their submission, or their dominance, for the sake of normalcy. How many people are.