This was what I liked, I had found my niche, and in here, everybody wanted the same thing, sex and with all it's perversions, and I was no different, ...ven as a young woman, I was a sex addict with fetishes and fantasies and right now I was walking freely into the bowels of a sex addicts dream, I felt if the men got around me, they would tear me limb to limb and **** my raw flesh.My sensuous style of walking was accentuated by my thong and clitoris interaction, I was starting to feel my orgasm. But kya kar sakta tha bechara. Majboori me suit me neeche hath dal kar panty ko andaze se touch karte huye neeche kar diya.Meine kaha ek problem aur hai. Suit pakadna padega tujhe varna geela ho jayega. To usne kaha ho jane de kar le chup chap.Mein-“Fir dhona bhi tujhe hi padega”Thodi der sochne ke bad usne peeche se mera suit pakda aur mein baith gayi bathroom karne. Meri choot se shhhh ki aawaz aa rahi thi. Mujhe kafi sharm aa rahi thi uske samne is tarah bathroom karne me. Fir usne salwar. Even if I’d completely blown it. Broken his trust. He deserved my honesty at least. Then maybe I could move on, and so could he. * * * * * I woke, groggy, out of a deeper sleep than I could remember having for quite some time. The kind that takes you about five minutes to climb out of just to remember what day it was. Eventually, it bubbled up in my brain. Friday. The day we would have gone down to the cottage together. If I hadn’t gone and fucked it all up. I crawled heavily from beneath the. "That night I went to my dad and slid into his lap and put my arms aroundhim, laying my head on his shoulder. "Love you daddy," I said softly."Daddy?" Daddy." Okay honey. I love you too."I was at the salon to get ready for my debut in that gorgeous gown, momright beside me. We both got the works from head to toe, then I went himto get ready. But instead of the Granny panties mom likes me to wear, Iwas wearing some high cut white satin panties. Because of the corset Ihad no need for a bra, and.