Sir asked, “ Asha tumhara koi boyfriend hai kya”. Asha (haste hue), “Kyon sir”. Sir, “ Aise hi, mujhe laga tum itni khoobsoorat ho, to tumha...a koi boyfriend to jarur hoga”. Asha, “ kahan Sir, main kahan khoobsoorat”. Sir, “ Nahi, sachmein tum bahut sundar ho”. Asha,”Aapko aisa lagta hai, Sir”. Sir, “ haan”. Sir, “ are par tumne ye nahi bataya tumhara boyfriend hai ya nahi”. Asha (sharmate hue), “ hai sir”. Sir, “Kab Se”. Asha, “Last 2 yrs se”. Sir, “ Aur tumhare beech kabhi kuch hua hai kya,. Days passed when she neverthought of her life as Joan, when she never thought of Bianca ParagonCrown as not as her mother, thought of her HUSBAND. Oren.Why am I so proud when Daddy ... I mean, Victor, compliments me? Why do Ineed his approval? And why am I so accepting of Oren as a she-male? Whathappened to me at the Training School? I should be revolted when Bianca.. I mean, Oren, touches me. Why do I get so excited when she does?Urina couldn't help it. She always thought of Bianca as more. She rolled over and offered him her ass. Her cunt hung open and was dripping with cum and her own juices; her thighs were streaked with previous loads that had dried. She looked a hot mess. He pushed inside her and set about aggressively fucking her, he slapped her cheeks and thrust so hard she fell forward and lay face down while he continued to **** her ass. She was gripping the bed, I am not sure whether pain or pleasure but all too soon he pulled out and jerked his cock a few times aiming. I thought Carlos and I understood each other. Nor, for the record, do I think he was trying to spy on us. We were careless, that’s the long and short of it.It had happened a few weeks after my weekend with Sofía and Javier back in the village. Sofía and I weren’t exclusive, far from it. In fact, I don’t think either of us really knew where we were going. Under Mme Bertha’s watchful eye, however, we were finding moments here and there. Of course Mme Bertha knew her niece and knew what might be.