Bob fucked my pussy, ass and mouth every day while calling me a slut and whore. He loved fucking me from behind and slapped my ass and pinched my tits...while making me say what a nasty whore I was. And maybe he was right. Daily, I thought of the nasty man at the tattoo parlor fucking me and wishing I was with him.After about a month, Bob began to change and seemed to lose interest in having sex with me. We went from having sex 3 and 4 times a day to once a day, then once a week. After Bob left. Mai nangi hi leti thi or soch rahi thi ki kya karun. Tabhi mere pati ka call aya ki woh aaj aarahe hai. Mai ne socha chalo aaj raat ka kaam to hogaya per mere pati ka staimna kam hai sirf 5 mints. Mai woh finis ho jate hai jab woh aaye tokhub baate ki fir raat ko woh or mai bed pe the or woh.meri chuchiya daba rahe the or kaha jaan mai tumeh kush nahi rkhpata na maine kaha kun woh bole mie jaldi zhad zatta hun per agar tum kaho to mai tumeh kisi or se chudwa dun mai to kush ho gai or meri choot. .. they had collected all of the medications and found more than enough in the school’s clinic.“If you’re referring to me, I get tested often, I promise,” Bonnie assured us, not that Till necessarily meant her, but I got the impression that she was very touchy about being possibly judged or condemned as some kind of “slut.”“Well, right now, we all have to assume a level of risk if we get laid, so know that going in and it’s smooth sailing. We’ll take the meds if necessary and otherwise, let’s. "Message delivery for Barbara Anderson." said the driver."I can give it to her", Chan offered."Sorry young man, but I have to deliver this to the addressee only." Okay" Chad turned and called into the house. "Mom, there's a delivery for you."Barbara came out from the kitchen wiping her hands with a dishtowel."Please sign here, ma'am," requested the driver.After giving her signature Barbara took the envelope from the driver and closed the door as he left."I wonder what this is?" Barbara thought.