The game started off simply, I’d ask her to tidy my room, find a toy I’d lost, fold my clothes, that sort of thing, but if she did something wrong...there was a forfeit. The first forfeit was to get undressed, I guess because it seemed the most humiliating thing for an 8 year old to do in public. Then the next time she didn’t do as I asked her I told her to stand facing my bedroom door, legs apart and hands up in the air, braced upon the door and I’d use a small blanket that was kept on my bed. He lay me down and hovered over me, assaulting my mouth with his tongue. "Close your eyes,” he commanded. I closed my eyes and felt cold metal on my wrists and heard a few clicks. I opened them to find that he had handcuffed me to the bed. My heart pounded. This had never happened before. He spread my legs and began to plant kisses on my neck. Gently caressing me with his tongue, he made his way my body down to my stomach. He licked and kissed his way from my knee all the way up my inner. She tried to turn around, but before she could her body was pinned against the door, and a hand was placed over her mouth. She resisted the instinctive urge to scream, somehow knowing that it would simply make things worse. His voice whispered in her ear, urgently, feverishly. “Sara, I need you. I’ve always needed you, and you are now mine. No one can hear you, so just do as I say. Nod if you understand me.” Sara nodded, trying not to shake too badly. She felt his hand slowly withdraw from her. Fir maine didi ko permision de di apne clothers utaarne ki didi ne mujhe nanga kiya didi mere boobs dekh kar hasne lagi aur jaanboojh kar uhne touch krne lagi mai sharam ke maare chup tha fir didi boli ke aise boobs toh ladkiyon ke hote hain starting stage mein yeh mere boobs obesity keVajah se kam aur mere papa ki vajah se zada the jab main 8th mein tha toh mai dad ke saath sota tha dad mere boobs dabate aur keechte the aur mujhe ghodi bna kar meri gaand bhit maarte the ek baar toh unhone ne.