The girl looked at the lead being held by Marek.“Have you come to take me for my ‘peration?” she asked him in a small voice.“Um, ‘peration?�...� Marek queried.“Mummy said I had to have a ‘peration to stop my baby factory, she said my master wouldn’t want a cunt like me to have babies.”“No honey we aren’t going to take you for an operation, what’s your name honey?” Heather asked as she knelt down next to the girl.“My name is Janine Mistress, I’m glad I don’t have to have my ‘peration today. Mummy. The main story happened two years back when I was driving back to home from college it started raining heavily in the afternoon at somewhere around 3:30. ( as u know no one can predict Bangalore weather) in a tension that my books would get drenched, I turned the vehicle towards her house which was nearby and I entered. I was half drenched.She welcomed me and took my things and gave me a towel to dry up. Since my shirt was almost fully wet she insisted me to remove it so can dry it. Once I. What bar?Minutes later I was walking into the downtown sports bar in my sandals, jeans and t-shirt where I found Jyll so drunk she could barely sign the credit card receipt. I got her out of there into my car and drove her home. She cried all the way. Weeping about how she gave him her heart and he shit all over her. When we got home I had to carry her in, crying the whole time, and set her down on the couch. Over the next 45 minutes she talked, I listened, she cried, I held, I even had to take. It was only a few moments before she arched her back, and bowed her head, and said, “Every time you move, it feels so good I can hardly stand it!”I stopped my gentle thrusting to give her time to relax again, and adjusted my stance slightly, so I wasn’t going in as deep. “I’ll just try it like this,” I said, as I began to move inside her again. She took a deep, shuddering breath, and said, rather breathlessly, “Oh, that feels so good!” I kept the movement just like that for a minute or two,.