The waiter hadn’t yet brought their drinks. The music coming from the solo guitar was somewhat tentative. Strains of the melody seemed to speak to h...er and she glanced at the stage. The man’s head was dipped towards his instrument. Hope sat up and squinted her eyes over the heads of the people between her and the stage. Something about the man was vaguely familiar. At that moment the waiter put a drink in front of her. Hope wanted to grab his arm and ask him who the guitarist was, but her nerve. No exception. Now do you see my problem?” She admitted that she shares my dad with Aunty Sue. Equally, Aunty Sue shared her ex-husband with mum and the four of them would fuck and suck in front of each other most weekends. When I was younger this wasn’t a problem, as I would be asleep, but as I got older mum and dad would encourage me to go and stop over at a friend's house on a Saturday night. The only rule they had was that the men weren’t allowed to come inside the other woman’s pussy and. .jaise wo cash counter se bahar nikal kar exit karne lagi me unke pas gaya or unko sorry bola for the trolley wala mistake unhone its ok bola or jane lagi.Saman zayda hone ki wajha se mene unko help offer ki or wo mangai. Mene unka saman utha kar unki car me rakhdia to unhone mujhai coffee k lie offer ki to mene socha ab yahi moka hai or mene accpt karlia or unki car me beth kar jane laga.Rasta me pata chala mujhai k unka naam priyanka(name change) hai or unki abhi newly marriage hui hai or. I want to suck on it and gag myself on it, feel it deep in my throat. I want to pet it and massage it, and wedge it between my breasts like now to rub it with my breasts. I want to feel it deep in my cunt, or my throat, fucking, thrusting, taking me. I want you to cum anywhere on me or in me, marking me as yours. I belong to you, I want to serve you, in all things, obey you at all times. I am your slut and you, you are my master!”James looked down at her, slightly dazed. She looked back, tears.