As much as I despised him I couldn't help but thinking, "What a man!" ---- I went to sleep that night angry and uncomfortable. I kept picturing Max's ...arms and the outline of what must have been his dick in his pants. I told myself I was just a little jealous of this cocky sixteen year old kid because if I had been like that in high school, I could have gotten a whole lot more action. I went to sleep with images of Max in my head. When I woke up, I found I had snapped out of it. I realized that. You wanted a drink. There is your drink, bitch. You are my slave now, and my slave will do as I say. Roxanna willed herself not to cry. In her entire life, she had never cried. Not until this day. This monster, this bastard, was the only man alive who had seen her open tears. In the end, the pain and the humiliation overwrought her with emotion, and she expelled a breathless sob. Why are you doing this to me? she whispered. Why me? What are you doing to me? I warned you. His voice was. It’s a sunny Sunday , ramegowda is on front of the house rathode washing his car vijaya is in kitchen doing some work , all of sudden the phone started to ring , ramegowda took the call on other side rangamma is thereRamegowda- how are you maa Rangamma- fine son , can u please hand over the phone to my daughterRamegowda- sure maaRamegowda calls vijaya and hand over the phone to her, vijaya is happy that she get a call from her motherVijaya-what is it momRangamma-nothing vijaya I just called you. “The power’s out; it’s no big deal anyway.”I didn’t think so either and was just about to send my dick into Stephie’s steaming pussy when there was a crash from my mother’s room.“What the hell?”“You’d better go see how she is,” Stephie said, after banging her head against the headboard recoiling from a sudden lightning flash that lit up the bedroom momentarily.Stephie’s room was exactly the same as mine and I felt my way out and into my mother’s room.“Mom?” I called softly.She didn’t reply, but.