Buht inacceptable aur disappointing feeling ke saath magical fantasy ka end ho gaya. “fucking shit, being alone” tim ke throat se hissing ki jaisi... aawaz nikli. Aaj bhi voh school se last class attend kiye baghair jaldi ghar aa gaya tha takeh kisi aur ke ghar aanay se pehlay voh sakoon ke saath total privacy se apnay basement room mein sexy magazines ke glossy prints ko enjoy kar sakay. Computer ki strict monitoring ke baad sexual satisfaction ka yeh buht easy solution tha. All alone, nangi. She had 4 births in just over five years and her body needed a rest. After a year Mistress was ready to breed her again. Over the last year the sexual escapades had gotten more daring, more public. This breeding would take it to a new level. There was a roadhouse about 25 miles out a scenic road, frequented by biker wannabes. These were mostly professional and skilled trade labor men. Rounding up their buddies for a ride was their weekend ritual. There was also a small hotel adjacent to. She saw me from the far corner of the pub and waived a hello. I responded back asking her to come to this side of the bar. Beaming in a one piece red dress she looked astonishing. Pulled out a chair for her and ordered a few drinks. I couldn’t stop staring at her. She very well noticed it and clapped on my face to zap me out. I complimented her that all this while the pictures I had seen of hers’ where in doctors scrub and never imagined her to be so gorgeous. She had a perfect hourglass. My sister set the stuff on the kitchen table, she came over and slapped him in the head, but he didn't even flinch.My sister blurts out, "What a fucking asshole, passed out drunk and it's your wedding night!"I said to my sister, "Let's put the stuff away and go to bed, if that asshole only knew, he just missed out on a threesome. Well, me and you could still have fun sis!"My sister yelled, " His loss Tara! give me a second, to put all this stupid cake in the fridge. Then, we'll go in the.