Tell me you want to shit yourself!!" before she could say another word, her asshole let go and the floor was flooded with the contents of her ass. She...cried out as the pressure was relieved, the brown flood dripping through the crack of her ass and down her legs. She hung their limply.....I went to the rope and released the knot. Her body collapsed to the floor....falling into the water that had, only moments before had been deep in her ass. I laughed again and said, "Now you are finally ready. Bole Deepak to itnaa budhuu haa kee mere isharee jo mee tujhee 2-3 maheenoo se de rahee hoo to unkoo nashee samjha. Mee bola Soumya mee dartaa thaa…. Soumya bolee kee mee tere koo khulkar bol naheen saktee thee mee ladkee ho tu to ladkaa haa meree isharee samjhanee mee bahut der kar dee. haa kal maukaa dekhtee hue pahal menee hee kee ha.Aur ek din meri kismat khul gayi main collage se ghar aya to somya mere ghar par mujhse milne aai us ne bataya ki meri mummy bahar gai hai me aaj tumhare pass. Giving into the voice I asked, “Do you have a condom?”“No,” he said.“I really want to make love with you, Brian, but we can’t tonight. I’m not on any kind of birth control.”“Never thought of that,” he admitted.“I’ll get some kind of birth control as soon as I can,” I promised. “But until then I can’t have you inside me as much as I want to.”“I understand,” he said as he started to pull his pants up.“Wait, what are you doing?” I asked.“Well, if we aren’t going to make love…”Cutting him off in. Louise was washing the stove. Margaret was reading the town newspaper and cutting out coupons. She glanced up and smiled. ‘Looking for Him, Little Miss?’ ‘Yes, please.’ ‘Haven’t seen.’ ‘Hmmm’ Your brow furrowed. You frowned. You retreated to the living room — to my piano. Pages of lyrics in my scrawl were strewn around. For a long minute, you read the lyrics on top, but turned away across the room, through the heavy door and down the hall to my recording studio. The outer door was closed… the.