She didn't know any educated people, with the exception of the inspectors who came to town occasionally. No one liked them, or wanted them around. To ...Nadia's mother, the goal was to find a good man, have many strong babies, and live life well, and as long as you could.Basically, the pressure Nadia felt was only increased by her mother's recommendation to follow her heart, rather than her head.She lasted a whole month, sitting beside him at supper, talking with him softly as they did homework,. 4 baar chata uske baad apna lund ko uske chut maine daal ne ki kosis karne lega…par mera lund uske chut maine nahi jaa raha tha….ek to aandhera tha …fir maine Rubby ko kaha tum dalo pakd ke…usne mera lund ko pakda aur thik chut ke hole ke samne rakh ke boli ki Dhaka maro….jese hin mene Dhaka mara mera lund aadha andar chala gaya….Rubby ke mun se margiiii uuuuiiiiii maaaaa ki aawaz nikal gai……kasam se uski chut bahut tight thi…..ek do baar maine mera lund pura andar chala gaya…….fir maine aapna. I detected a movement out of the corner of my eye, and a low voice spoke into my ear. "So, who owns you?"I looked to my left, my eyes widening slightly. A pretty brunette was pulling herself onto the stool beside me. "What did you say?"She looked me directly in the eyes, and said, "I asked who owns you?" In a lower voice, she added, "Slut."I gasped slightly at the last word, but met her gaze, and asked, "What makes you think that someone owns me? Or that I'm a slut?"She laughed a little in a. As I tried to push by him, he grabbed my short hair."What's the hurry girlie?" he leered."Please let me go," I said, but my heart was beating faster than I could ever remember."Let's get to know each other better," he said pulling me by the hair towards the lounge. Before I knew it he had literally thrown me onto the sofa. I didn't scream or try to run, I just lay and stared up at him."Legs ain't bad either," he said for my T-shirt had ridden up over my knickers. He leaned over me; his foul.