.She: it’s not going to happen.Me: I know that you wouldn’t do it because you are a good girl, but now the time has change and people are moving f...orward. The reason why I asked you is that we know each other very well, you are married, I am married and if once in our life if we take this kind of step we are not going to hurt anybody.She: it’s impossible.Me: I know you are not able to pay the big amount anyways to me and still want to lose weight. Now think what you are going to lose spending me. . don't do this!" she gasped.The panties caught on the small metal fastening which secured her stockings to her garter belt. Nixon swore and pulled. The panties ripped."No! Stop it! You monsters... ! You filthy perverted..."Nixon felt between her legs."You're dry, Whore! And tight!" he growled.You low grade ill-bred bastards!" she screamed. "Get out of my house! You scum! You..."Nixon held the tattered remains of her panties under her nose. He'd stopped laughing."Shut up!" he bellowed. "Shut. I was really terrified looking at the huge meat. He then pulled me up by my nipples and made me stand in front of the mirror. “teri kauli choot khol ke mujhe dikha”, he said. I opened the thick hairy lips and looked at my tiny red hole. It looked like a ripe fruit meat with a hairy black skin. Then my father started pushing in his thick long middle finger. It was difficult to push in, but he forced it. My choot was being stretched by his dirty finger. I moaned with the pain. “yeh to sirf meri. You just shouldn'ta got caught, you silly shit... maybe me an Milo here ken give you a goodspit roast some time to make you feel better?"I shake my head desperately and he laughs. "Ah, let us know if you changeyour mind."He reaches behind me and unlocks the chains. "Hey Milo, speaking of spit-roasts, you wanna do one with that waitress?" Hell yes! C'mon, lets go," Ssays his friend, and ispired by that idea thetwo hurry out.Thank god they've gone! I put my hands infront of me and slowly.