Morning came with the chirping of the birds outside of her window, basking in the sunshine that streamed into the small room. Olivia's bindings were ...gone, but their marks still showed on her wrists and ankles. The taste of leather still filled her mouth as she looked about the room. Everything was in its place and nothing had changed, except maybe for her. She quickly dressed and went down the hall for a quick shower and afterward, she wound her way down into the pub. The smell of. Her rich, full red-nippled breasts were nearly raw, and light exploration of her pubic area with tentative fingerings proved to be exceedingly painful, and though she tried to feel between her blonde pubic curls and to the swollen inflamed lips of her well-fucked cunt, she couldn't. She had to grip the edge of the dresser from the sharp ache which lanced from her pussy up through her belly."Oh God, oh God," she mewled abjectly, and then forcing back tears of mortification, she backed to the bed. While I was waiting on my dad to get back in the car and tell me how bad it was, I realized he was talking to our neighbor, Mr. Johnson. Tom he liked to be called. Tom was good looking but what most people would call a “dirty old man.” He was always trying to look down my shirt or “accidently” brush against my ass or my tits whenever our families would get together. My father’s back was turned toward me, but there was no mistaking the leer on Tom’s face.When Dad got back into the car I asked. . Ye galat hai…Me: kya galat.. Pic dekh ke glat nai mere sath kya galat hai.. Plz meri baat mano ap bhi khus or me bhiWo rum se jane lagi or thoda ro bhi rahi thi.. Me piche se gya unka haath pakda or apni or khich k unko hug kiya or fir kiss karne laga neck pe.. Wo mana karne lagi or mujhe hatane lagi.. Par mene to paka kar leye tha ki aaj to sex hoke rahega…Mene unko diwal k share kiya or lip kiss karne laga..Wo dhie dhire sath dene lagi… Or kahan “Me tayar hun bt ye shirf humra secret hoga”….