I need to finish my match first. You can not exactly pause a multiplayer match and my team is winning.KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!“Give me a fucking minute.... I am in the middle of something”, I yell back.Then suddenly the door barges open and the person at the door walks in my apartment. It is Ariana Grande staring knives at me.image“The fuck are you doing Nerd!? You answer the door for a lady!” she lectures at me.I knew Ariana Grande for years. We went to the same school for rich k**s and c***d. I live in Andheri in a reputed housing complex.The heroine of the story is Manisha(name changed), 34, a working woman but looks a lot younger. This happened during the Diwali time when all my roommates went to meet their parents. The same is the case for her. Since we were neighbors, we used to have some formal talks but not very close.She is a perfect milf, a head-turner with her 34c-28-34 stats. Her dressing sense is quite impressive without exposing much of her skin. But showing her curves. ---"And if You want to include animals, that's ok, that's totally degrading to me'" she'd written to him and he'd forwarded to me, laughing at me, taunting me. The livestock arrived at six. The man who owned the compound and the guest barn I'd been whipping her in had no moral compunction about using his animals to fuck women who were sick enough to want it. Daisy could barely get up when he arrived but it didn't matter. The dogs came to her. They'd fucked enough women before they recognized. I could sense your nervousness as I laid the cool leather against your white skin & rested it there while I stepped round to the side & then I swished it across your glorious rump & watched it jump & flex as the strap bit into it. Your knuckles whitened on the couch & your mouth uttered a moaning little gasp of agony as the pain coursed through your body & then the second stroke struck your buttocks & drove your breath out of you again. Two vivid red stripes were soon joined by two more, each.