He usually didn't stay as he had to get back to his place because of Buxton his three year old LabradorOne night he bought Henry back to my flat, he r...ally wasn't my type, Tim had bought a take away in and instructed me to be a really good girl for Henry, and what ever he wanted I was to obey,I served the take away as I sat at the table Henry asked Tim so she will do anything you ask Tim replied yesHenry laughed I need a pee she can hold it for me , I showed him the way I undid his fly and move. His lund was throbbing within his pants from the conversation. He looked at his bhabhi and he was sure that she was strangely turned-on. “what else do you think of, about me, sanjay?” “i think about touching you… Your chest… Boobs… Your choot… Your ass. I think about my hands all over you and… And even my mouth on you.” “r-really…? But… Isn’t that… That sounds so dirty…” she said, but no longer seemed to mean it. “not with you it doesn’t bhabhi. You’re… Special… Clean! Not like other girls. Who. Other times, it might be something more complicated, like stat point allocations. And I'll listen to reader requests and write branching paths based on the answers readers want to see, in addition to my own main path. This way, I can interact with readers through this story.Now, to make it clear, anybody can still write their own branching paths if they want to. I have no issue with it. This option to request a path from me is simply to grow interaction between author and reader rather than. He would have been much happier if it was just my Mom instead of the family.One of the things I did to try and get some attention was act up. I'd purposely do something that I knew would get me into trouble. And then I'd talk myself out of it. Mom would give up and turn me over to my father which was just what I wanted. He'd always end up patting me on the head, telling me he knew I didn't mean to do it and he was sure I'd behave from now on. I know that's the way the game was supposed to work.