Now with courage I’m asking you because I believe I can convince you.She – (after hard time) OK.Before starting she asked how betting was to manag...e. Then I said I’m wearing jacket, t-shirt, trousers, boxer, which means four on my body. So what are you wearing? She said – I’m wearing kurta, petty coat, pant, and panty. I asked her u didn’t wear bra. Then she said if you want to wear I will wear bra and dupatta also. I said – no need, I want to finish the game as soon as possible. She asked why?. I also enjoyed the movies I found, but was drawn more to the stories. I am especially turned on by the ones that are (or FEEL) real.It made me want to share some of my experiences.I was a victim of abuse growing up, but like many I ended up falling in love with my abuser (my father) and my sex life is driven by the way he “trained” me. He made me his little whore and though I do not see him anymore, I remain his little whore to this day. Not everything about sex is perfect, good, sexy, hot.. ...The date was set for 14th February (ironic!) and between my friend and I hatched our welcome home party for him. At this point, i had only seen pics of him on my friend's Facebook page and i must say i liked what I saw. On my friend's last visit to him he mentioned what we were thinking and he was delighted - apart from masturbating in his cell, he had no intimate company since he went in. This was three weeks before he was released and Jeff, my friend, told him to refrain from wanking as he. "Good idea to stick with the tequila, we don't want to upset your tummy. Now drain those like a good little girl so we can get started," I said. I watched as she opened both bottles and tilted one, then the other. Her throat worked, gulping the liquor, then she coughed. Christine's eyes, a gorgeous deep green now that I could see them, were watering from the sting of the tequila. She dropped the empties on the floor. Her hands were shaking a little and she looked like she might cry. I started.