.push on them...Shamelessly groping herself, The door opens..a large, formidable figure stands completely nude and erect...he holds a leather nine - ...tails in one hand, and coiled rope in the other..the interior walls and ceiling painted blood red, flickering candle light from what must be hundreds of candles illuminate the room from behind him..the floor is carpeted with deep, plush, finely crafted, Burgundy carpeting..Still cumming, on her knees, now grinding her plugs in herself, her body. I entered and the main door to open. I feel suspicious. I searched for uncle and found him sleeping on the dinning table with a bottle of whiskey , half over at the table. Then I thought I should return to my home get some sleep and I kept the key of the vehicle at the dining table and was leaving something struck my mind. I feel to see Barsha very badly so I thought to go up where her room is. I was scared of someone finding out but it’s my penis deciding the moment and my action. When I. .She even enquired how come I had become so rough and bull like..Now I could not tell her I was imagining fucking her mom when I was fucking her.Next day started with again 2 hours of great sex and cumming in mouth pussy and anal..She was tired of being fucked so mercilessly for such long durations.Couples of weeks passed and srijata informed me that she has missed her periods-now that was worry for all of us. The option left was she had to be aborted. I called one of my friends whose sister. Better looking was on my list as well. Shame about everything else." Ha!"Then I turned to the books and found them really heavy going. After a couple of hours of work I thought I'd managed to come up with something that might work. My head hurt with reading all the strange writing. I ran it past my friend the cat."That might be it. Give it a try!" She told me excitedly. I set everything up; I rubbed out the circle and drew it properly, being careful not to get any chalk marks on my dress. A.