First one strike, then two three four until the welts gave way to bloodied strips of ass, thigh and back. Her cries were thunderous and pleading, but ...hey didn’t save her skin. “When I watched you dancing… I had no idea what a little whore you are! Such a cum slut! JESUS, you even let them piss in you, didn’t you! Ya dirty bitch!” I walked to the bathroom to wash my hands as they were bloody and sweaty. I washed my face, too and stared at my reflection, a small amount of sadness was worn on my. I rubbed, staring at the hand and her belly. "Why me?" I want a baby more than anything Joseph. You were the only choice. I don't know if there are genes for a good heart and soul, but intelligence and beautiful eyes and height and a strong and healthy physique and the most beautiful penis in the world, well there are genes for that. I can't rope you in as father, but I don't think that will be a problem." But ... I love you Fanny," I replied slowly. "I always have. But Molly's my soul. I have seen you in your undies so many times, da.’ He said ‘nothing bhabhi, it is ok. I am feeling odd.’ I said ‘Take your hands off. What is happening to you today? Why are you behaving like this? Why are you so shy, I am your bhabhi da?’But, he did not take his hands off. I then went towards him and pulled his hands apart. I then saw a huge bulge below. His brief was straining against his erect dick. He was embarrassed that I had seen this. He said ‘sorry bhabhi, sorry.’I empathized with him. Still no words are spoken. As we embrace once more, I hear your breath in my ear. I feel your soft passionate lips on my neck, your warm, moist tongue tasting my skin. We grip each other’s hands as we stand close together. Our bodies feeling like one. You gently lead me to the bedroom. I adoringly watch as you spark the candles and play soft, seductive music. As you stand in front of me, you unbutton my shirt very slowly, deeply gazing in to my eyes. My shirt falls to the floor, exposing my.