All the ladies out there you can mail me on for any kind of fun or fulfill your kinky desires.So let me start my story, firstly let me introduce myse...f. My name is Rahul and I am basically from Mangalore. One day like usually I was going through my tinder account I came across this girl’s profile, her name is Rhea. She was an average looking girl. We both started chatting through tinder and soon became close and we even exchanged numbers. We started chatting even more now through WhatsApp. The. ” James snickered. “Are you ashamed, faggot? Too bad, bitch. You thought you were gonna rape and humiliate me because I’m smaller and younger, but I turned the tables on you. Now you are nothing but a big queer muscle bound bitch. Get over it, faggot. Everyone is gonna know about that pussy you are packing before long.” James shoved the larger man out of the cell and followed Brian down the runway. Brian’s face was crimson, several convicts were on the run and looked at him. One day I received a call by a girl from a share market broker company and they enquired whether I was into trading and stuff. I had quit trading for six months then. Politely refused the call but I never thought this call would turn tables. Same night I had a message from unknown number on whatsapp. I called that number and I hear ‘hi’ in a very low seductive tone. As I began to enquire, she disconnected and dropped a message again. “Can we get to know each other” and our conversation began.. I heard panicked voices coming from upstairs. I heard Dad say the word "shotgun."Now I panicked. To leave the house now would leave me in the open outside. To stay here would get me shot for sure knowing Dad. I suddenly remembered my old hiding place under the stairs and crawled quickly to the hidden panel. I removed the boards, slid back in under the stairs and replaced the panel from the backside. It was a lot tighter fit than I remembered. I knew I was safe here because Dad didn't even.