But why? Did he hate me or were we poor? I didn't knew we were poor.It was a long walk of shame for me, through the streets of our town. We left the s...uare and suddenly I was not news any more. Someone looked up and saw me but there was nothing unusual in a slave girl being led through the streets like this. Some of the men looked me over and smiled at what they saw and others were not concerned at all. Some women looked with contempt and others with pity.It felt slightly easier being unknown. “I’m not very good. Let me think about it.”Mr. Hashimoto had yet another fresh cup of sake in his hand and waved it at me. He was visibly tipsy and pointed at Burton’s empty beer mug. Burton smiled at him weakly and ordered another beer.I sat at the piano and ran my fingers over the keyboard. I thought of playing an old Glenn Campbell or Merle Haggard song, but I didn’t think I could play one fluently without sheet music. Then I got a brainwave – Rossini’s William Tell overture was the staple. I masturbated and dropped all my cum on her panties. I washed it off and came out and there she was standing in the kitchen with a beautiful stiff ass. She was 5ft5″ tall, thin and curvy. I loved her ass and boobs a lot. I sat on the sofa acting like I was watching TV instead, I was admiring her beautiful 34-year-old body.I could not resist the heat and I badly wanted to try something that would get me closer to fucking her. I walked into the kitchen stood at the edge staring at her ass. She. Woh pahele Manali ki tango ko khol kar uske beech baitha aur fir Manali ke upar let gaya. Fir turant Manali ko jakad kar pahele tip mein hi nishana laga diya. Matlab, Rahul bina waqt jaya kiye Manali ki clitoris pe apna lund first attempt mein ghusa diya.Manali bohut zor se chinkh uthi, “Aahh.”Main tabh room mein so raha tha, uski chinkh mere nind tod diye. Bistar mein main uthkar baitha. Rahul ko laga tha main nind ke goli lekar gahere nind mein so raha hu, isliye usne Manali ki awaaz ko apne.