“Ginger made breakfast this morning. I was desperate to touch myself, but terrified as to what the punishment would be if I did, so I tried to focus on the words of the songs. Bhabhi Tequila isn’t for sipping.”
I poured all of the liquid into my mouth and took it in one swallow. “It’s going to be a hot summer, are you staying busy?” He smiled and stared freely at my breasts. My arms were sore and I curled into a ball, enjoying the freedom. “Yes, Ruby. When my hole contracted around the tiny rod, I felt stuffed so full that I was afraid to walk. I was beginning to understand why my mother wouldn’t have wanted her daughter raised like this. When I walked into the hallway, Grandpa motioned for me to follow him into the bathroom. “A little humiliation is good for the soul. Grandpa made me bend over the kitchen table and checked my
