Bua ji kameene itni jor se kya gaadi ka horn daba raha hai abe saale haraami apni ammi ki bhi dabaayi hai kabhi itni jor se jo meri daba raha hai. Anw...ar saali chinaal bas itne me hi dum nikal gaya abhi tune dekha hi kya hai meri ammi ko jab main chodta hoon to agar tu dekh le to maare dar ke teri gaand fat jaayegi. Bua ji bas… Bas haraame baate na chod le blouse utaar rahi hoon ukhaad le jo bhi ukhaadna hai tum 2no ko Aur unhone apna blouse ke saath…saath bra bhi utaar di aur unki 2no. ”“I could have stopped myself and I’m sorry for…well, you know…being so explicit. I guess I may have gotten too comfortable with you.“I like it that you’re comfortable with me.”“Well, I like it too, but there’s such a thing as being a little too comfortable.”“Don’t worry about it” I said, “If a sister can’t confide in her brother then we do have a problem.”“I could have been a little less…explicit.”“Damn it Gretta, give yourself a break, I’m not offended.” “OK, maybe this story got a little out. " Nice of you to come, Chris," Simon replied.There was an awkward silence. Finally, Chris grinned wryly."It's a little odd, this. I have to thank my fiancée's ex for saving her life, while he's still annoyed with me for stealing her."Simon laughed, he flat-out laughed, for the first time since the fire. "Oh, God," he gasped, "that's funny. Anyway, I forgave you ages back for Marianne, I think I realised that she wasn't feeling the same way for me as I was for her. And saving her was simply part. I can't help but feel a rush. Last night, all night, I was shackled facedown to a punishment stool in our dungeon, squirming in my mitten-bound hands and booties-bound feet as I sucked away at the mushy meal being force-fed through the cavity in the center of a clear penis gag. My belly gurgled and my butt rumbled and my stiffy raged and I cried as I stared in the mirror at the humiliated lump I had become.Thank you, mistress, for one of the most memorable nights of my life!The more I think.