"I'm going to tell Donna that you called her an owner."Lindsay just stuck her tongue out at Gina. Then we heard Donna speak from the doorway. "Is Lind...ay suggesting that I sell her? I guess there just might be a good market for a slightly used supermodel."I whirled as Lindsay ran over to throw her arms around Donna. "My love! My reason for living!" Lindsay screamed as she covered Donna's face with kisses.Tanya stood up and walked closer to Donna. She had a puzzled expression on her face that. In more ways than one she was more of a woman now than she was then. Back then she was petite and cute. Now she was the image of femininity and she was beautiful. She also delighted herself in remembering what a bad naughty girl she was. She recalled the time, before settling for her husband, when her promiscuity was only challenged by the amount of hard cocks willing to defile, in any way imaginable, this once nymphomaniac goddess now tamed by societal pressures of kids, friends, work and. Tar por Didi kache ease amar pant tao khule nilo ami puro nangto hoye gelam karon ami oi time e kono undergarment use kortam na, didi amar nunu ta te hat die bollo ba tor nunu ta to besh boro ami lojja paye gelam kintu ki karone jani na amaro khub mojja lagchiloo ei notun khela ta te.Er por ami onek ta sahoss niea bollam didi ebar tumio puro nangto hoye jao ja sune didi bollo eituku somoye puro paka hoye gyechise dekchis ar tor soychey na dara, bole didi tar bra panty ta khule dilo.Ami didi r. My friend and I both stood firm as we described exactly what we had been doing with each other, and even went into why. The boy’s lawyers were so arrogant that were over confident that we wouldn’t talk about our pleasuring each other. They miscounted majorly. Under oath we each detailed every time we had sex with a boy, complete with the exact dates and approximate time of day. Someone told me to expect them to blow that off, so we also had every email and text, including the one where I told.