”Tab uss ne bataya kee chuchi ko chhupakar rakhne kee advise ussey apni maa yani meri wife ne dee, maa ne beti ko kaha kee agar wo bhee apni dono di...i jaisa chuchi ko bra mey baandh kar dunia ko dikhati rahegi to loag sirf chuchi kaa maza lene ke liye ussey nanga karenge aur chodenge….aur ek baar chudwa legi to phir apne ko rok nahi paayegi.sabse chudwati phiregi…..aur papa jub se maine chudai ke baare mey jana maine decide kar liya thaa kee sirf aap se hee, apne baap se hee chudwaungi….Mai. He could kill It. He hoped. There was a shimmer in the air, and a flash of dim blue light around the room that made both the Horror and Henry look around, confused. The beast looked angry, and Henry was awestruck. Standing on the other side of the bed from the beast was Captain Rogor, his shield humming as it sparked and glowed, his hammer buzzing as electricity shimmered across the striking face. He turned to Henry, smiling a little. ‘I’ve sealed the room. No sound, no light, no matter shall. ” With that he walked away and Helen took my arm as we continued towards the pool. Along the way Helen said hello to people she seemed to know and even to those she didn’t. We heard someone wolf whistle. Helen looked back, as did I. Waving at us was a couple. She looked early thirties, long jet black hair, big bouncing breast’s, by no means slim and a triangle patch above her pubic bone. He looked late fifties a bit of extra padding around his waist, covered in tattoos and a small cock sitting. Admit it to yourself. Admit you are gay. You love men because you are gay. You are so gay. But you are not gay in a masculine sense. No, my sissy bitch. You are a bottom gay faggot. That's right, my sweet sissy. You are a faggot. A faggot who loves men and needs cock. Say it for me, princess. Say it for me, you sissy faggot bitch. Say I am a faggot.I am a faggot.I am a faggot.I am a faggot.I am a faggot.Oh that feels so good. It feels so good to admit that you are a faggot. Doesn't it, sissy?.