Something had, her childish antics had gotten her. Her master left her here as punishment. The hall. There was nothing overly scary about it, just a l...ong, empty hall. There was no way out, that wasn't even scary. She knew her Master wouldn't leave her in here for too long. Still...... it all depended on how angry she had made him.She sat down on the ground and thought of her master. She wanted his hard cock. She wanted to hear him telling her to cum. There was so much she wanted, and her pussy. Horny, but nervous about girls my own age. I started to have a fascination about older women. I always envisioned any friend of my mother naked. I used to daydream constantly about my neighbors and would always dream up crazy fantasies where they would come on to me. It was after I graduated from the famous Pachiyappa’s college Chennai when things started to become more of a reality. My father worked as Sr Manager in the Buckingham & Carnatic Mills therefore we had the pleasure of living in the. However the middle-aged shop assistant who frowned so severely and unsympathetically at Emma as she wrapped the book up as if it was a bundle of dried faeces was less concerned about the book, of whose reputation she was thoroughly ignorant, than about Emma’s toplessness. In fact the eyes that Emma felt like cloaked daggers as she walked along were not at all aware that she’d even bought a book at all. Book shops were still places where semi-nudity was generally confined to the book-shelf. . I have vague memories of the nioght as they kept taking turns fucking me and giving me more alcohol. I remember them stopping at some point and falling asleep, I was awakend later, still dark, and handed a glass, i drank it down and felt one of them runing hands all over me and asking me to kneel. I love doggie style so I got on my hands and knees as he got behind me and slide his cock in my pussy and slow stroked my pussy....I was enjoying as he fondled my breasts from behind. I felt him pull.