Having offered Sonni help with her husband, and been refused, they headed back to the car. Anwar stared at her, sitting there beside her husband until... a turn in the dirt track, cut off his sight of them.Back in Rawalpindi, he wasted no time getting Saima into bed. He had phoned her and told her simply “The usual place in 30 minutes”.With in minutes of entering the hotel room they always used, she was, face down and naked on the bed with a lust crazed Anwar, slamming his cock in to her cunt from. It was one more reason Josie was glad her ex-husband was gone, out of the picture for good after he left them both to move away with the secretary he’d had an on-again, off-again affair with since Josie was pregnant with Leigh.The mother could hardly believe the things she and her adventurous, teenaged daughter had been playing at since they first became sexual together five months ago, after her fifteenth birthday. Their first few kisses and feel-ups in Josie’s bed had rapidly evolved into. . Suddenly, Ifelt in the right place - I wanted to be here; I needed to be here,cross-dressed, raped, abused, tortured, humiliated... With a new waveof shame, I realized that I craved to be used as an object, a sex toy,a masturbation sock, a cum dump, a urinal, now, that I know how itreally feels, not just fantasies, but the reality of being a sex slave,I realized that I will not be able to give this up, I would alwayscrave cocks penetrating my bound, cross-dressed form, dumping theirfilth in. She looked familiar but had an aura and presence that confused him when he tried to think of who she was. She was dress in gossamer gowns of earthen colors, yet even with the many layers of cloth he could see her naked body beneath. The smooth swell of her young breasts contrasted by the sharp points of her nipples pressing through the fabric. The dark mound of hair protecting her motherhood between her legs. Her started to get aroused as her took her in and felt a power filling him. Her.