Ma proprio réclame le loyer? Je lui touche le front et l'instant suivant, elle rampe à mes pieds, le cerveau en compote, incapable de dire quoi que ...ce soit quand je commence à la sodomiser. Ma voisine se plaint du bruit ? Je claque des doigts et cinq minutes plus tard, elle fait le trottoir, en bas de l'immeuble, convaincue d'avoir toujours été une pute bon marché, son corps bourré de botox et de silicone là ou il n'y avait qu'une beauté naturelle avant notre rencontre. Je regarde un film et je. "Enough talk, wench. Lift your hips." See what I mean? I have no say."He grinned again, and then stopped talking. He bent and kissed me slowly, making the most of it, then knelt at the side of the bed. See what I mean? Comfortable.I was wearing a loose summer skirt, and he slid his hands up underneath it, on the outside of my thighs, and hooked my panties in his fingers. I lifted my feet and planted them on the edge of the bed so I could lift my ass. Michael pulled the panties slowly down off. I had received a mail from a girl who said she liked my story. She said she is 22 years old, just finished college and was working as a trainee in a company in Chennai. We kept talking for about a week. I had asked what her real intention was towards me. She said she wanted to know me properly before getting into anything serious and now she is okay with me. I had asked her to send a pic of her. She did and to my surprise, she looked very familiar and it was none other than my neighbour who had. Scurrying to be free of this torment I let my feet take control. The dampness of the littered mulch cushioned my every step, the smell of rotting leaves and brisk winter air biting at my throat. 'Dam, is there never a place I can just end this?' I cursed as I cleared the wooded path. There was no dank cave to hide in, no condemned building to facilitate my demise. Instead stood a perfectly tended bed of winter roses, grass dusted with the morning frost and a bench inviting my weary feet to let.