I was born in Hyderabad and raised in the Middle East till I completed my schooling. As you know Muslim girls from Hyderabad have that slight Arab loo..., I have a more Arab look than others, don’t know if it was in my genes or living in Arab made me like that. If anyone who looks at me at the first sight, will think I am Arab and if he sees me without hijab, he will definitely rush home and jerk off thinking about my structure.I am going to give you a clear idea about my looks and none of these. Strokes my nipples, touches my back. He bends down and gently bits the little place on my waist that he knows. He reaches around and touches my clitoris. I can feel my body following his every move. My breathing is beginning to rise. There is a jolt as my nipple is bitten by a clamp. I can tell these are not clover clamps, the horrible ones. As if sensing the challenge that this is not real pain he grabs my breasts and pummels them. The clamps begin to tighten and my body shudders. Mommy likes it.”Jake’s cock was as hard as steel now. He couldn’t believe how luck he was to be with his mom after all this time, doing these things to her. After a few minutes he pulled his fingers out of her ass and guided her onto her side as she lay on the bed. He got up and went to her nightstand and, opening the drawer, took a small bottle of lube he saw when he first visited her and applied some of it to his large, stiff cock. He stroked it all over his cock and Michelle stood. Too real." Like in ... bondage?"I couldn't help but laugh. She was puzzled."No. Like in life. Memories. The present, the future. Even fictional stories. They are killing me. I'm spending nights up, writing things so sad that I sometimes cry, and then I look out and it's morning, the sun is rising, and I have to go to work. I work like a zombie. I fall asleep in my office, and only notice because the phone rings, someone enters, the computer makes a noise every now and them because I set it to..