.Aur isi wajah se mere pent mein lund khada ho gaya tha aur tambu bann gaya tha, aur aise he ek doh baar mujhe dekhte hue unhone pakad liya aur mujhe ...ankh maarte hue pucha ki …” kya dekh rahe ho devar ji “, iss par mai ghbra ke bol pada ki kuch nahi bhabhi ….Toh phir unhone baat ko palat te hue kaha ki “devar ji aapki koi girlfriend nahi hai kya ??” uss par mai bol pada ki thi bhabhi abhi abhi breakup ho gaya .. Utne mei wahan meri mom aa gayi aur bhabhi ko koi kaam bta diya toh who chli gayi. Woh itna uttejit ho raha tha ki uska lund pura tan kar peeche se meri gaand par dhakke mar raha tha. Dheere se mein pahle uske baaye hath ko uske sar ke peeche le gayi. Fir dheere se uske daaye hath ko aur fir dono hath ki kalaai bed ke rest se tie ke sahare bandh di.Woh bilkul bhi uljha nahi aur bade ache se mujhe bandne de diye. Maine bhi kaafi tight bandh di uske hath ko ki woh bilkul khol hi na paaye. Fir thodi jhukti hui main uske chaati par apni boobs satati hui leti. Uske honto ko apne. I had suspender belts and lacy briefs and G-strings long before there was any real possibility of anyone other than my mother seeing them. It wasn’t as if I was having saucy fantasies about sexy underwear. Well not many anyway. But I guess that at some level it probably boiled down to making me feel sexy or confident, and so I tend to take notice when the subject of underwear is ever touched upon. I already had it in my mind that Samantha was not really a lingerie girl. One of her friends had. He told me, a young lady meeting Ashlynn's general description, was in the hospital in a neighboring city. He said he was there to drive me, he wouldn’t give me any more info other than it might be her, but, we ran lights and siren all the way to the neighboring city’s hospital. It was bad, very bad. The last time she looked like she had been gang banged. This time she had been ****d and tortured. Rope burns on her wrist and ankles, a broken hand and wrist, eight of her front teeth had been.