Pehli story ke bad muje kafi sari ladkiyo ke mail aye or kafi sare logo ne koments bhi diye.agar koi bhi mujse freandship karna chahti he to muje mail...kare .ab me mery dusry ghatana apke sath sheir karna chahta hu.huva yu ki….Pehle din mery manju bhabhi ne muje choda tha or esme hi mene sabkus sikha liya tha.agle subah jab me utha to gharvale sablog vapas aagye the or room me sablog chai pi rahe the. me uthakar nahane chala gaya or sirf pant pehankar bahar aya or dekha to abhi sab log room me. ) this is what he could expect to do for the rest of his life. If he couldn't get hard then he would be castrated and sent to the slaughter house. No second chances for a lifer. None what so ever. This is the law it does not forgive it does not forget. I only found out what happened to George last year, when we had both turned 22. George is not the cute little kid I remember him to be. He was tall shaggy haired and a shadow of his former self. Like all former inmates of the breeding grounds he. I put on the suspender belt and slipped on my heels, fastened the ankle straps, and stood in front of the mirror to make sure my stockings were straight. I took it all in...How the bra displayed my breasts, the Y of the thong, and how the heels and stockings made my legs look so sexy. I began to readjust the length of each garter and they were giving me so much trouble!Just then the sales girl peeked in the door behind me and asked how I was doing! Here I was, half bent over fiddling with the. ”“They weren’t lost,” I said as I resumed our interrupted walk home. “They were merely too damaged to quickly fit in.”“Right,” Tatyana said. “But you were willing to work with Aine and Constance.”I turned around and started to walk backwards the last hundred feet or so to the door to my home. Tatyana had a mischievous look on her face as I continued.“Aine and Constance deserved to have someone show them some patience. Both of them had been harmed in relationships back on Earth. I might have.