. . . Aaaah. . . . . . Or usne mere kann ki niche bite karte huve bola k teri randi ko itni chod d Varun ki uski sari pyass buj jaye to maine kaha ek ...arat pe to wo boli kya to maine kaha ki main tuje randi banake chodunga or tu muje mana nahi karegi to wo boli tuje jo banana hai bana lekin ab is randi ko tadpa mat. Main to satve aasman par pahuch gaya dostoBad mai maine usko strip dance karne ko bola to usne music chalu kiya or pahele usne dance karte karte sendo utara bad me capri bad me mere. "Stay where you are, cunt." he ordered as he headed to open the door. I heard voices. It was the taxi driver.The door closed and he returned. Standing in front of me, he took his clothes off. He had shaven all the hair from around his penis. He took a step closer. "Lick my cock, slut." No, I don't do that. It's disgusting." He grabbed me by the hair. "I've warned you once, I won't do it again. If you disobey me again you'll receive 50 lashes across your arse before I throw you out of my house.. Yes at times I would have to work overtime and pick up the schedules of others who were off on vacation or just sick. Donna told me we needed money and I found a way to earn it for the family.The house was paid for and we had added on but never borrowed on it. We had retirement accounts, well I did. There were new cars and family vacations too."How do you put up with being married to someone so boring?" one of Donna's friends asked.'I manage to find ways to entertain myself. Franklin is good to. You can put the panties in the hamper by the door."Even though I should have known it was impossible, considering how wellmost mothers could hear, I had been hoping to find someplace to put thepanties before anyone saw so they wouldn't know for sure what I waswearing. After tossing the panties in the hamper, I turned and saw AuntJoan holding her arms out to me. "Come here for a minute, sweetheart. I'dlike to show you something."I barely had time to lean my crutch against the desk before Aunt.