.bsssss siiiiirrrr..par samir kaha ruknewaala tha.. firr us ne ek haath se us ki naazuk kamar aurr navel ko sahalaana chalu kiya..komal gud-gudi k kar...an uchhal rhi thi..Samir ne apni Jockey utaar di.. Uss ka 6″ soldier poora attention tha..samir ne komal ko table pe leta diya firr shoulder se le k dono taraf se haath niche niche le k kamar ko pakad liya..aur us ki navel pe kiss krne lga.Komal moan kr- kr k Apne nitamb upar utha rhi thi..usi ka faayda uthaate hue samir ne komal ki paanty utaar. I put the camera on behind her back and started talking to her. "You are such a sight, you know? I know you probably don't want to hear this, but I'm really glad I have you here."She didn't reply, as expected.Then I said, "I want you to tell me you love doing it with me, in a way I believe it. Use your words. Say you're my whore, and I'll let you go home. I promise."She inhaled deeply."No crying, I added. Make me believe, and you're on your way home." I-I love fucking with you. I'm your whore.". She looked at me and started to cry again. I went to her and she hugged me tightly. I was in heaven.I caressed her back and asked what happened. She said that she saw her bf with some other girl and when she confronted him, he said he was having an affair with the girl and broke up with her.I really felt bad for my sister and was very angry with her bf. I was angry at him not because he broke up with her but because he was such an idiot to leave such a hot girl.I brushed her hair from her face. That wasn’t supposed to happen. I wasn’t attracted to men. I was sure of it. There was just something about this boy, and I was determined to get the bottom of it. As he approached I examined his features intently. Even with a light jacket on, I could tell he had a slim build, about my height, maybe 5’5”. His slightly curly, almost black hair was shorter than most boys’ these days, but not like, buzzed or anything. His softly angled face lit up as he smiled at me, showing his blindingly white.