"Stop whimpering." S-sorry, Master." I muttered, pulling myself up. I took a deep breath and swallowed. "Better." King muttered. I heard him undo his ...trousers and I listened to them fall to the floor. "You're going to get fucked like the little slut you are." He rubbed the head of his cock over my asshole, pushing it slightly and gauging my reaction. I repressed the need to pull away from him, but I had completely tensed up. King pulled back, disgust colouring his voice. "You've never had a. Aah, oh. Uff. Mar gayiiii, chodo. Aah. Ooh. Uff. haan yess. Aah.” Mai bhi bolne laga meri pyar jan aaj to mai tojhe nahi chhorunga pura andar tak maza dunga , ahhhh uhhhh kya maza aa raha hai…..hilakar rakh dunga,….uiiiii….aur yad rakhegi aaj ki mast chudai….. hum dono ki sanse tej ho gayee thee. Mom ki mastee our jor par thee. Nange jism jab apas me takrate to ghap-ghap ki awaj aatee. Kafi der tak mai unhki kamar pakar dhakka lagata raha. Jab halat bekaboo hone lagee tab mom ko phir se chit. They went out the door, and I was a few steps behind them. As I turned, I saw the man with the knife threatening the king relax, and that was what I was waiting for. Before the knife wielder realized what was happening, I whirled back around to face him. As I moved, I drew my revolver and put a bullet through the shoulder of the hand holding the knife.The knife went flying away from the wounded man, and the queen stooped to pick it up. That gave me a clear second shot, and I put a bullet. What do you wear to church?That might work for Sunday dinner." We don't go to Mass except on Christmas and Easter. Mom says it's notenough but at least it's better than nothing. "Finally he chose a short plaid dress, plum and gray, with pleats. Graystockings went with this, silky ones, not woolen. "What do you think,black shoes or white?" he asked. I held them both up to the dress, andended up selecting a pair of white Mary Janes.We were sitting on the bed in my room, talking. Zach looked at.