A pang of jealousy shot through me because of what I saw early. And I got instantly upset, hissing my teeth. ‘Wah happen Ty? Why you not talking? Is... what I do now? Is it cause I never come see you today?’ he gave me a pout as if he was sorry and he did look sweet but that pout that he always gave me was never cute much less sweet… ‘Nothing wrong just go back to bed… talk to you in the morning…’ ‘Brian, what you doing out here?’ made Brian and I turn to his window and it was all I needed to hear. Someone given to sudden moments of quiet, of withdrawal. And what is the nature of "Judith's thing"? It's only partly defined. It's something she's still wrestling with. It's something she hasn't shared in great detail with lovers. But she flirts with it. She reads about it, all the time: for a woman, her pornography collection is remarkable. She thinks about it as she touches herself to sleep. In doctrinaire moments, thinking feminist thoughts, she shakes it off. Male dominance. Female. One day our family friend’s wife told my mother that they are having an efficient servant named Payal. She was 18 years old and from good cast but her father was a gambler and he was earning very little so she and her mother both are doing other ppl’s household works. My mom told them to send Payal to our place. The very next day Payal came to our house and I was stunned. She was a beautiful girl and she was looking so cute and innocent that at the moment I made my mind that I’m going to fuck. It felt good when the tip entered me, but as Icontinued to force more his thick dick inside my hole, it started to hurtmore. It felt like a mop handle or small branch going up my butt! Ialmost stopped, but then I saw the look on his face, and I thought abouthow his dick was finally inside me. I couldn't stop now! So I put my armup to my mouth and bit down as I shoved my butt downward.As his pole continued filling my ass, I felt his fingers grab my hips. Iwas so scared now, but his eyes.