“I’m… yours.” My voice cracked. I had begun to resolve that this would be a terrifying evening.“That’s right. And tonight we are going to ...do things my way. Do you understand?”“Art?”“Do You!” He said as his hand slid up the back of my neck and settled itself under my hair at the base of my skull. The motion spoke volumes; with a simple squeezing of his hand he would be able to control my entire body. I didn’t know if he would bury my face in the pillow, or break my neck, or squeeze my head in. I always has such thoughts for both my mother & sister & always dream to fuck them together. It happened a month back in Feb,my mom has a friend whose name is “Malti” , she is so sexy so sexy that i dont have words to describe her until unless u see her ass u can never imagine how sexy a ass can be , she is just like Pamela Anderson, her measures are 40D – 32 – 44 ( many times when i go to there houses i have seen her Bra & Panties.) Now in Hindi Mein subah shaam bas use chodne ke baare me hi. However, Qafira had got used to being left alone. It was always like this in Further Quitchland. People were somehow quite embarrassed about talking to her. And often when they did so, it was as if they wanted to talk about something else, but they were too embarrassed to actually mention what it was. “Oh hi there!” sang Fanny’s mother’s voice, wandering along with two glasses of wine in her hand. “I’d wondered where you’d got to. Have another glass of Chardonnay. I noticed that’s what you’ve. Trapped In, by Amy Spencer** My first Fictionmania story! I've been reading for years, and finallydecided to put some fantasies on the page. Writing something short to getsome practice, I hope you all enjoy