Don't you make a fucking sound or Ill cut your fucking throat," he growled.He snatched my purse and flipped it upside down, dumping all my stuff on th...e ground. Then he bent down, without removing the knife from my neck, and picked up my wallet.He opened my wallet and said,"This it! This is all you have? Five dollars!!! What the fuck am I going to do with that?"I started shaking and trembling like crazy! I never travel with much cash. I use my cards for everything. I knew that five dollars was. To bhabhi ne meri gaand par dando ki bochar kar di karib 10 minutes tak meri gaand laal karne k baad bhabhi boli is baar chod rahi hu lakin agli baar Galti hui to yaad rakhna tum baithne k kabil nahi rahoge mai bola g malkin mai yaad rakhunga phir mai bola malkin aap itni raat room me kyo aa gayee to bhabhi boli mere pairo me aaj pura din sandal pehnne k karan dard ho raha hai to maine socha mera gulam kis kaam aayega isliye mai tumhare pass aa gayi phir bhabhi mere bed par baith gayi or apne. It was all he needed. He groaned and pulled me against him, pinning me between the leather seats and his hard, warm body. His hand caressed my shoulder as he kissed me. It was more than a kiss, this was a form of sex for him. I moaned into his open mouth and his grip tightened around my waist. His tongue slid into my mouth and prodded mine. He was demanding, wanting. My tongue touched his and I felt us blend together. He wanted me to respond. My nipples were stiff in my bra, aching with need.. “You should move to my city,” Moe said.“It sounds cool.”“You’d love it. And niggas there would love you too.”“Really,” the sissy beamed.“Hell yeah! Just need to change yo’ name.”“Huh?”“Hold on,” Moe held up a finger while grabbing his phone. “You should call yourself ‘Bon Bon’.”“Ooh I like it!”“Yeah! It’s a good fag name!”That night was forever emblazoned in Bon-bon’s memory. Now, he was living out his fantasy. He sprayed a waft of cotton candy scented body spritz and twirled through it. He.