Then in anger she asked ” ye sab kaha se shikha”I said sorry this n she asked”aur kya kya dkha hai tumne” I said “maine aur kuch nahi dekha�...��n my tears busted out then within a sec she kissed me passionately on my lips which I also responded we broke after 5 mins n I started pressing her boobs she said “yaha nahi doosre room mai” then we went in that room.I on the AC n I pushed her to bed n again we started kissing her this time more passionately n after 10 mins I started pressing her boobs from. My name is Tracia, which literally means 'treasure' in some obscure languageor another. When I was born, my mother and father wanted a good, obedient child,so I was placed under a spell of perfect obedience. Whatever I am told to do,I must do, whether I will or no. At first it was not so bad; I was never givenan order I could not see myself following. Then my mother died, and my father took another wife. I was only three atthe time. My new stepmother brought a child from her former marriage; a. He spent what seemed like forever kissing almost every inch of my body before I heard him start to undress.I tried to scream and the goggles filled with my tears when I heard his belt buckle come undone, then his zipper, followed by the sound of his pants crumpling to the floor. I could only imagine that his cock was swollen from his excitement and he was waiting for the right time to plunder my pussy. “You look good enough to eat my pet.” His words dripped out of his mouth and I could hear the. "I thought so, too. But I was cleaning my room yesterday and found four of these lying under my bed. They must of fallen off that day we made them..."She spun around and closed her eyes. Shit! That day, they'd both been drunk, and fucking around (and eventually fucking) in his bedroom. They'd taken a couple dozen polaroids together, mostly of her just posing naked for him. The next day she'd come back to his home and told him she wanted them destroyed. He hadn't argued, and she'd watched him.