Was that how I saw myself, 20 years or so from today-- sending my girl off to college and coming home to a big, admittedly very big and nice, but empt...y home?Suddenly college was making me very sad, and scared.The social life in a dorm is so busy in the first few weeks that I had no trouble meeting lots of boys. But there were so many of them and they were so much the same-- all bony elbows and pawing-- that I think my doubts started to show. I heard a couple of stray comments about "boring" or. I had had sex with him till the day of wedding. I carried his seed in my womb to my husband’s house. As a result I was pregnant throughout the period when we were expected to be on honeymoon. Even after my son was born, my husband could never give me satisfying fuck since his business occupied his mind heavily and we lived in a joint family which had little privacy.The sex with my husband was limited to his raising my saaree and petty coat and opening the blouse buttons to expose boobs. (I did. The touch of the paddle startled her. Becca made a soft frightened noisein her throat as it was rubbed over her sore buttocks. Then it began. The pacewas slow initially but painful just the same. The first six strokes were administered by one of the waiters whilst theother stood by the side to wait his turn. Each impact of the paddle pulleda muffled cry of agony from the bound slave. Her hips were knocked againstthe wall with every blow and her humiliation grew, as she knew it looked asif she. Main upar gya uss tak aur uski aakhon mein dekhne laga aur uske gaal pe haath rakha “kaisa laga? Maza aaya?” “main toh mar he jaati”Usne tez saans bharte huye, apni pony dobara banai aur saans ke saath uski chhati bhi upar niche ho rahi thi.Maine uske haath ko apne sir ke neeche rakha aur usse chipak kar let gaya.Me: abb meri baari haiSapna: bhaiya mujhe nhi karnaMe: tune wada kiya thaSapna: theek hai main uske sar ko pakda aur neeche apne lund tak le gaya.Usne mera pyjama neeche kiya aur.