"You like me sucking your dick. Don't you?" she said. All I could do was nod. "Say it!" "I love when you suck my dick," I replied. She smiled more as... she took it into her mouth and deep throated it all the way down. "Damn," I said, relaxing back in the chair. Rachelle repeated the slow process over and over. I watched as all nine inches went down into her mouth and down her throat. I grabbed a handful of her jet black hair and began bouncing her head harder on my dick. "Mm. Mmmffh," Rachelle. She also took me to a tailoring shop to stitch the blouse. I gave one of my measurement blouses to him and told him to make it exactly as per its measurement. But the tailor felt that as per the latest trend, it needs to be bit tight. I nodded.A fortnight later the blouses were ready and my daughter brought it. Next morning, I tried to wear it and see. They were of very good design but it was difficult to wear. The blouse was princess-cut and had a back-opening. With difficulty, I put on the. ..” I breathe out, as I stand back up to inspect the rest of the room, but my soft ring-tone from my purse, seated on the off colored blue carpet next to the slightly agar door distracts me from my intended actions. I feel my skin instantly break out in goose bumps as I walk over to my purse to retrieve my cell phone from the side pocket. I frown as I see my phone screen light up with bold words as Unknown Number flashes across my screen. My thumb hesitantly hovers over the green phone icon on. When she was younger, her dreams haunted her with memories of her parents death, and with memories of the abusive villagers who would beat her up for stealing food. They were unhappy dreams, to say the least, but they always ended with her coming upon Sesshoumaru, and wishing that it could be she that was forever by his side. When she had first found him, she tried to be kind to the demon, even knowing what he was. He had not hurt her the way the villagers had, and no one had told her.