He was standing a little far and speaking something.I upped the volume. (I wrote the conversation in Kannada with translation as Altaf sent me alike.)...enkatesh: Tabassum, tumba kaysedya nange (You made me wait for very long, Tabassum.)Mom: En maadli sigta irlila chance (I was not getting chances.)Venkatesh : Baa ivat nan wife agu bega ninna tul harudh haktene. (I will tear your pussy today. Be my wife today.)Saying this, he pushed Ammi on the bed and lay next to her. He came on top of her and. ‘Ok, Fay, time to get things sorted out in here and get you presentable – we’re going out. Turn around.’ Meekly, the redhead faced her new mistress. ‘First, you’ll need to mop the floor in here. Then you can go get a wash, put on a little make-up and do something nice with your hair. I want you looking pretty and sweet. I’ll sort you out with something to wear, so come into my room when you’re ready. The only thing that you’ll need to bring is yourself. Oh, and bring those horrid panties that. Lets get that plug out''''oooh did you ear that nice pussy poping wet sound''''wow lets see how good you train with that toy''pushing the cock deep in, spitting on it again and again making sure i take it like a wet cuntalready lube by the plug i inserted before already lubed up for cocks moaning like a little sissy slut on my bed ass up taking my dildo''you like this way too much, how many times you took it in baby, you know you made that ass into a cock taking hole?''''you turn it into a. .. forget about it. I was a lean, blonde-haired, blue-eyed, bronze-skinned kid and even as early as age 8 or 9, I knew I happened to be good looking even though I wasn’t worried about it. I was always self-assured, fun, casual, easy-going and fairly popular.Whenever I was home for the evening, sometimes I shucked my pants or shorts after dinner too and spent a lot of my time in just my underwear. It was just me, my mom and my two older brothers, and I never felt any need to be modest around any.