I have my fingers crossed. The whole process of being unemployed makes me feel like a beggar and a loser. It’s as much a humbling experience as it i...s a humiliating one. I’d rather have a job. I’d rather be working than receiving a handout, but there are no jobs. Yeah, yeah, I know, it’s just money that I paid into the system coming back to me in the form of unemployment compensation, but this extension is different. It’s in addition to what the state has already given me and I’ve already. At the time, I was not surethat I had more material from the author, and now I do!Chapter 8Heading For Home"Good, now Let's get you ready for the drive home. I'll, of course bedriving." Yes, Mistress."My restraints were removed. I was told to bathe and change for the trip. Ibegan to undress. They didn't leave the room. They just sat and watched."Let's help her," suggested Mistress Lisa."Why not," quipped Mistress Lynn.All three of them approached me and began to remove my clothing. Theirhands. I watch as he squeezes that big black cock deeper inside and almost cum by the sight, Amy reaching down rubbing her clit like crazy as this huge big black guy squats behind her feeding his monster deep up her once tight ass.After Jim has shoved every inch in he begins, and with a firm grip holding each leg he pounds in with long quick thrusts. Amy keeps moving forward as she bounces back and forth so he slides out getting long ways on the bed so they both are on it now and gets behind her again. Me yahi apni padhai complete karunga jaise bhi. ”“Aur fir kya karoge tum beta?” mom questioned.“Tum bas dekhti jao mom. Tumhara beta ab kya karta hai.”I told them to have in faith me. Next day, they left for pune to live with my nana nani. Those four guys didn’t come across for months. But I was glad on one thing that on they didn’t record anything. They were so mad over my sister that they forgot to record in order to put more humiliation on us. I silently overheard them once. I somehow.