I pull a flask out of my Dress Blues, unscrew the lid and suggest, “Take a snort or two - it will help to calm you down.”I hand him the flask, he ...amn near spills it from his nervous shaking and I begin to button his shirt for him. He takes more than a couple good snorts - he drains the whole flask. Oh well, I don’t need any courage today anyway: I am already married to the greatest woman in the world! The only nagging concern in my mind is that fucking bitch Stacy. I wonder what sort of stunt. I got one idea, to check that any wrong relationship between then or not. I lay on the bed in our room. My mom lay on one corner of room, and uncle Shahul in other corner. After some time, it was very dark, so no one can see anything. I went down slowly and lay between both of my mom and uncle. I was waiting that, they do any attempt to do sex means, they be caught by me. But after some time, my mind changed, I put my hand on my moms leg and pulled the saree up to thighs and crushed her. She. We drank, we talked, of course he fucked me.At one of our meetings he surprised me by bringing another boy. I didn't expect it to be even more exciting with two. One cock is in your mouth, the other pokes you from behind.And again she surprised with a real girl. Fuck both of us, she put it on me and on her. She treated me with a penis belt. 1.FantasyI really want to be a companion. To work as a prostitute, a whore. I called an ad that was recruiting "girls" with dicks.They offered me to go see. ?Hello, are you there, what?? ?Sir. Are you there, Sir?? ?Better. Suite 907, kid. There’s an ice machine just outside the elevator lobby on the 9th. Beside it is a large beer glass. On your way to me, I want you to put 15 lumps of ice into the glass and bring it with you. Got that?? ?Yes Sir, suite 907.? I hung up before his sentence was finished. Luke and I are both English. I could perfectly well have arranged to meet him in London, where I am based ninety percent of the year. That would have.