‘Where have you been?’ ‘I’ve been out fucking partying. I don’t get a fucking social life any more because you got me pregnant you fucking c...unt!’ she screamed at me, ‘You fucking ruined everything for me, I can’t do jack shit now because I have to look after the baby and I fucking well have to look after you!’ She ranted on this way for a little, I let her, interested to see what she’d say. Of course, it was the drunken ramblings and rantings of someone who’d let emotions get out of hand. So I. Now, here in this place, after years of searching, he thought he might have found that someone.Maybe she was the one? Maybe his hunt was finally at an end?Tonight was the night he would find out.Maybe…Ishkur had always had diverse tastes, enjoying intimacy with both man and woman alike. But he sought only those with vitality; those with open minds, who enjoyed the world for what it was. He delighted in their creativity, their ardour, their abandonment of the banal, their joy and laughter.He had. I signed up for this 365 days a year. There is no off days. Being a slut is a lifestyle. That means if I get a text from Daddy I must drop whatever Im doing and head over to my man to give him hours of passion. Also, you must be willing to pleasure Daddy anywhere anytime. This means if you are with Daddy in the malls and he says blow me NOW, we find a place behind a wall, behind a trash can, or a restroom stall so that I can take care of my Daddy's needs.I dated the old man from above for a. It would have definitely been too much for me, and there was no way I would have survived the pressure.“When did you wake up? I thought you were going to rest the whole day!” Manisha Bhabhi said, walking into the room, just about when I started hoping I turned invisible to her.Kapil: Oh. Hi, I mean, Good Morning, Bhabhi.Manisha: Yes. Very Good Morning, Kapil. Sorry I wasn’t here when you opened your eyes. Hahaha. I was talking to Kamlesh.Kapil: I could guess that. How is he? I hope he is fine.