Dadaji ke ghar ke door ko knock ki. Door open hua aur samne dadaji sirf ek paijama me khade the. Mujhe dekhte hi unka chehra khushi se chamak utha or ...mile karte huye bole wo mera hi intezar kar rahe the. Mere andar jatehi door lock kar diye. Mein jakar sofe me baith gayi aur samne ke table pe apna books rakhdi. Tabhi dadaji ek glass juice mujhe dete huye mere bagal me baith gaye. Wo meri padhai kebare me pooch rahe the aur mein dhire dhire juice peete huye jawab de rahi thi. Isi bich dadaji me. "Stop it, Mom. Watch the tape," he said. Robert's eyes opened wide, his mouth wider still... What he saw on the tape was me, his own mother. I was standing in the living room of my friend Karen. The music was playing in the background and I started to dance. Robert turned toward me and said, "What's this?" I smiled at him and purred."Karen wanted me to get used to the idea of stripping so we made a few movies, you know, so I would get used to it." He sat in total silence and watched the dance.. She gasps as she feels the plastic head of the mannequin’s arousal press against her and she slowly, slowly lowers herself down onto it, feeling the curved shaft slide into her. She feels her inner walls tighten around the hard shaft and moans loudly, throwing her head back and tilting her hips so that she could deepen the penetration. Her fingernails try digging into the mannequin’s shoulders but only scrape against plastic. She finds herself wishing that she had warm skin to grab onto, until. “Wait, I’m still bound to serve you! Don’t kill me know, you’ll be a laughing stock if they find out i was demon all along and you just didn’t know!”“Why should i trust you!? You lied to me!”“No i didn’t, i kept trying to tell you!”“After you were already bond to my service! What about everything else you told me? I bet your real name isn’t even Suzzy!”“You were the first person i saw in three days who didn’t try to fuck me, i just spent those days in Hell and the first five letters of my name.