There were so many times I would look at my life and despair, wondering if I would always be alone. Now, here, in his arms, my heart swells with joy a...nd thuds sweetly against my lovers. I feel an overwhelming rush of pure love for him (ironically) this demon who abducted me in the night and it brings tears to my eyes again. I press my lips hard against his once more, hoping I can convey everything I feel for him with it. Thank you. I say out loud. For what, my Selena? he purrs, his eyes burning. One of them being that she has shifted to Faridabad and has now separated from her husband and is living on her own with her daughter! We chatted next day too and when I got her in confidence I told her about myself! She was surprised. and was a little hesitant to talk further. I tried to make her comfortable and asked her if she liked me or not. Her answer was yes she liked me but didn’t know if it is correct or not. I tried to reason her out and asked her to please be comfortable with me and. . it's...” The woman's face contorted. “It feels... It hurts, but... but... It feels... It makes me... I...”“You love it,” I purred, clamping another clothespin on her tit. They swayed. There were dozens of them per breast. “Don't you? You're just a naughty slave that loves the pain.”Mrs. Armstrong whimpered and nodded her head.“Do you see, Daddy?” Stefani said, her hand grabbing another clothespin. She pinched this one on her mother's stomach between lengths of red rope crisscrossing her. I slowly drew out of her, biting back a smile at her whimpers of protest and futile attempts to recapture me. I kissed her deeply, tongues battling, as I thrust into her, her mouth leaving mine as it opened in a perfect ‘O’ of pleasure along with those wide, surprised eyes- as if every time we made love it was the first. I moved inside of her, pulling down on her shoulders to reach deeper inside. She bit into my chest to stifle her moans, but one escaped- and we halted, trying not to move.