Wo waise hi nangi gaand matkate hue kitchen me chati gai. Main bhi toilet pishab karne chala gya. Mein waapas drawing room me gya to wahan uske kapde ...o sex se pehle utare the pde hue the. Wahan padi uski panti ko main sungne laga. Uski panti me uski choot ki khusboo thi. Main panty sunghte hue kitchen me phancha. Shaalu bilkul nangi mere kitchen me chai bana rahi thi.Or me usko dekh rha tha or uski panti sungh rha tha. Usko aisa dekh me fir se excite ho gya.Maine usko peeche se pakda or uske. While pulling her panties down on her legs, she slipped a finger into the warm, moist flesh inside the pouting lips of her cunt. Mitzi sucked her breath in with a rasp.Rita smiled and wiggled her ass while Mitzi pulled her panties down. The girl had no desire to slowly reveal the unknown. She simply pulled Rita's panties down on her legs and let them fall around her ankles, then Rita stepped out of them.Rita was eager to make love, but there was something she had to do first. Mitzi's baggy. When her parents asked what she wanted for her 18th birthday she told them she wanted to go a real school and be allowed to make real friends. In what may have been her first act of real defiance, she wouldn't accept no as an answer. Years of seclusion left her with a hunger for the outside world and although her parents were stubborn, they could see the seriousness in her eyes when she threatened to move out on her own.The nightmare didn't end there for her parents, as the only school with. That feeling of contentment bothered me some. I knew I should be totally focused on escaping but none of the SERE (survival, evasion, resistance, escape) training I had received had even remotely covered a situation like this. Yes, I was being held prisoner, but not in any military sense. I would try to escape if I wasn't rescued before I healed up, but I wasn't going to do it with violence. Meanwhile, the most I could say about my captivity was that I was being restrained while I healed.My day.