She teetered there struggling awkwardly to regain her balance. She was mine, and I held her there without pity as the seconds ticked by, demonstrating... (and enjoying more than I care to admit) my newly found master’s right to do with her as I pleased. “Well woman,” I asked. “You want it rough do you? What do you think a cruel and demanding master should do to a slave bitch like you?”“Fuck me! Please fuck me master! God, but I do so need you to fuck me!” came the gasping reply. “All in good time. I was always there for her whenever she needed to vent about her boyfriend. She was there for me and always ready to offer advice on the girls I dated. We ate dinner several times a week in our apartments, and even took in a movie or two in town. One night at the movies, Tracey really surprised me. The movie theater in the small college town usually showed movies well past their premier date. Today, they would already be on DVD and video, but for a college town, we were glad to have them. . Never hate suffering that forces you to grow,”And then he pointed out a part of “To Kill A Mockingbird” where the son has to tend to the old neighbor until she died.“Attacus saw the real woman buried under her addiction and pain,” he began, “And when his own son attacked her flowers, he sent him there to learn what real suffering looked like, and the kind of courage it takes to stand up to your own inner demons. How much do you think that boy learned from tending her?” he asked me.I didn’t. Tere muh par mai choot rakhake so jaungi aur tu bas dekhati rahegi chudel)On other side meena was in her special fantasy to look her husband nailing others wife. It was so amazing for her to saw her husband taking her neighbour under his penis.On the other side of scene sahil and sheetal were looking in each others eyes lustfully. Sheetal lying nude on bed holding bed sheets in hand after amazing orgasm. She was biting her own lips imagining what going to happened next. Sahil was ready with his.