I saw her, she said she came to finish some work, as it was almost afternoon, i decided to take her for lunch, it was a very private place, after some... talk, I could not hold up, I told her, I saw her masturbating but clearly sad, I soothed her, not to worry, I am not judging her, her face turned so pale, she seems she has lost it, I took her hand gently and prodded her to tell me the problem, she began to open up, and told her boy friend broke up with her, I felt really bad, I asked for the. "Wake up, slut...Wake up!...You stay awake bitch, OK?...You don't want to missout on the fun, do you whore? Ha, ha, ha..." he chuckled as he started to wrapone end of the rope around the base of her left tit."Ooohhh...No. The slut wants to have lots of fun!...My tits...Ooohh...They hurtso bad!...Are you going to hurt them some more for me?....Uuggg....Sogood....Hurting the slut soooo good!...More!...I can take more!" she whined.As they tied the ends of the rope around her huge tits, the boy. W.d. me work karte hai to wo bhi office gae the mai ja kar jagah dekhne laga jaha se mai unko dekh saku lekin koi jagah nahi mili mai mayus ho kar andar aane laga tabhi ekdam se gate khula or aunty nikal aai boli kya dekh rahe ho maine unko dekha to geele baal blouse ko gala kar rahe the jisse unke dudh ka aakar saaf dikh rahe the sayad unhone mujhe ghurte hue dekh liya tha isliye hath me jo saari liye thi usko apne seene se laga liya unka peticote bhi geela tha jism se chipka hua tha lag raha. She’d tried her best to forget about it, but every time her mommy feed her from her boobs, Clarissa’s own boobs started hurting, and she remembered that day in the kitchen. Her mom had actually just finished feeding her, and was putting her robe back on as Clarissa watched her, feeling somewhat guilty and kinda’ weird, realizing that it made her sad whenever her mommy covered her boobs up again. So she said so. “Mom, why do you always put your clothes on when I’m done drinking?” Jessica looked.