Mathur “Shut up bitch, you will enjoy this soon enough”He kept grinding my insides with 3 fingers now keeping me doing with his other hands. I was...just a girl and could only fight. He kept pushing his fingers for around 15 minutes till I came. I began to leak and squirts like a fountain. He just pushed me aside and thundered“I let you go lightly. I will let you know the next time I want to punish you; you might also have to visit my house this weekend. Get out”As he unlocked the door, I ran out. " "I'm glad honey. You'll have to take good care of it now and I got you some new shampoo for color treated hair. It's very gentle. Wash and condition it every other day now, alright?" "Yes Mother."*You know, this hair thing isn't the only change in my appearance. I think I'm getting FAT!* I stripped down to my bikini shorts and took a good look in my bedroom mirror. The mirror was too small so I went to Mom's room to look. Well, that DID it. I WAS getting fat. No wonder my jeans were. All the way to my apartment, we were stealing glances and touching each other. We reached and I opened up a bottle of whiskey and made two drinks. Sipping the drink, she complained that she had a tick in her neck and wanted me to massage her. I agreed and asked her to get into some comfortable clothing.She went to the washroom to get fresh and returned in nothing but in her lingerie! I was stunned. It took me a second to come back to my senses. A perfect hourglass figure, dusky skin tone, long. . you do a good job, any case. It helps to care, it helps to know you've done it right.And, yeah, that's why I was personally adjusting the pH, last thing at night, day before the Big Day.Comondante BuffoHell, we didn't expect to be popular. That was not, after all, the point. The Popular Front for the Liberation of wherever – none of whom tend to be all that popular, of course – have a constituency, a demographic, to which they ostensibly appeal. We didn't – not that we were entirely.