Saali randi ki aulaad muh khol ke meri gaand gaand chatne lagi.Main uske babblay nichodne laga. “Achi tarah se saaf kar saali. Ander jheebh dal ke r...and,” mera lavda phir khada hone laga. Chanda ko palat kar uski gaand pe thappad lagaye. Kichad aur uske ghu se sani hui gaand ka ched chamak raha tha. Maine apna lavda uski gaand mein ghusane ki koshish ki.“Uuuiii aaahh marr gayi. Hai haramii, suarrrr.,” woh jhatpatane lagi. Maine ek haath se uska gala pakda dusre se uski kamar pakad kar jor ka. A predator. Just like mysupposed Uncle was to me. And the succession of men after him. I havebecome the very thing I hated with all my heart."So that's what he was inferring when he implied his nightly hunger forwomen was a far greater cruelty than it would have been for any other.He was right I guess. He was being forced to behave the way he hadenvisaged all men were. Behave somewhat like the men who had abused herover all those years. But there was a still a line in the sand. I didn'tknow for. His cock was very thick and very hard and was pointing straight at me while I stared at it with my mouth open. He quickly flung the towel over it and backed up. “Oh my God, I am so sorry.” He belted in an awkward embarrassing tone but I quickly stopped him. “Do not even give it a second thought.” I said with a smile and a nod. “It is a normal reaction and nothing to be embarrassed about.” I assured him. I was, however, thinking that had never happened to me with a man so handsome and so well. Then she takes something else and drops it inside my shorts. I decide I’ll look at it later. She pats my butt, and then I see her out of the massage room, after she has wrapped herself up in a bathrobe and heads for the shower and sauna area. I pull out the money and the something else from my shorts. Three hundred dollars, and I have her private visiting card. Wednesday 6 pm is scribbled on the back. ——————————————————————————————————————————————————— I’ve had a long day, talking to too many.