Rachna: Tumhare honth ka chumban bhi rasbhara hai. Tumhari namkeen saansein meri uttejna aur vaasna aur badha rahi hai.Nitin ka mummay choosne ka tari...a kuch iss tarah se tha. Zor se nipple kheechna, dheere kaatna. Mumme ko dheere masalna. Rachna ki siskare aur aawazein kuch iss tarah, “Hai, mar gayi main toh, chooso, dabate raho.Nitin: Tumhari chulbuli choot mein lund ghusana chahta hoon.Rachna: Mujhe thoonk lagane do bohut saal ke baad meri choot mein aapka lund jaane wala hai.Nitin lund. " Then she grew heated and looked at me. "Why? She doesn't really need a reason, but on the last occasion it was because she said I kept some of her change when she sent me shopping. I didn't! I swear to you, I didn't. It was just her way of picking on me. Just an excuse to hit me again."By now I was livid. How could anyone mistreat a sweet, vulnerable kid like this. I just wanted to get hold of her mother and strangle her with my bare hands. "But, d'you have a father?" He's my. I gave them a short case study on the way we were becoming more interactive; using the project that we'd done for the Kalinin's son. If nothing else I thought it might help drum up some more custom acquisition work that way and some of them might see the value of putting enough business our way to warrant becoming an account managed client. They seemed quietly impressed. I went on. "The real purpose of today, though, is to show you the proposed web service. This will be available to all of our. Fuck what s taking him so long, my stomach is tightening so bad I'm starting to feel sick.Mind wandering I failed to hear the lil click as the door opens and I jump, lil squeak rushes from my lips. I close my eyes, scared too see him, scared too see his face, too see disappointment, thinking I am not what he want. What if I don't fit his image, all these negative thoughts rip their way ino my brain, shredding my confidence. Just when I feel like crying a hard slap saves me, bringing me back to.