” she whimpered, her hips wiggling as I fingered her asshole.“It’s the only way you’ll be with him,” I told her. “He fucks lots of women. ...ut if you’re his sex slave, he’ll have to take care of you. He’ll have to love you. And you’ll be with him, making him happy.” I hesitated, slipping a second finger into her asshole. Her face twisted with pleasure as I pressed on, “Don’t you want to make him happy?”“So much, Zanyia,” she said, voice tight and throaty.“With your asshole?” I asked. “Don’t you. Khr apni story ki taraf ati ho jaisy us din mery dost umair(name changed) ny mery ghar akar mujhy chooda us din sy meri zindagi change hogai aur mujhy jaisy aadat c hogai thi. Usny pheli dafa mujhy 3 baar chooda aur usny meri gand sy bhi choda (anal sex) mujhy dard huwa par baad mein aadat c hogai. Usky baad tu jaisy hamry sex ka silsila shuru hogya jb bhi mooka milta who mery ghar ajata ya mein usky ghar chali jati usny mujhy buhat c bra aur panty ki gift setaur sexy nighty bhi diye jise mein. ” “If we say no, I suppose she will marry you any way?” Dad asked. I answered for Chuck, “Yes I will! I love him.” “Well then, welcome to the family, son, ... and never call me 'Sir' again.” We were married three months later in my parents' garden. I had a custom gown, six brides-maids, a band, catered food, and an open bar. Chuck’s mom came to the wedding also. His dad was dead. There were so many people dancing and celebrating our marriage, I was so happy. My mom went all out sparing no. I think. “Mom, uh, when you change my bed-sheets . . do you ever . .”“”Find your naughty literature?”“Yeah . .”“”Uh-huh. You have a dirty mind, when it comes to your mother.” She pulled me close to whisper in my ear. I could feel her breasts pushing against my bare chest, and damn! The nipples were hard! “Do you think about mommy, when you pull your pecker in the shower on Sundays?”I put my arm around the small of her back and hug her, increasing our body contact. She was still holding my.