She immediately called me and said remember granny asked you to sleep in my room, so I walked into her room and found my bed laid down already, I was ...urprised since there was only one bed I slept down. And waited my opportunity with abated breath and also pretending to be asleep. After almost half an hour later. I heard my grandma and Sandhya akka come into the room and they closed the door and windows and grandma asked Sandhya akka to check if I was asleep.She shook me a couple of times and I. Her husband Claude, poor pathetic small-cocked creature that he was, now looked forward to these special evenings she spent with the Count almost as much as she did or perhaps even more? The “cuckold” Jean explained to Martine was a very special kind of household pet. When properly trained the cuckold could get hard and cum just from the thought of his wife being taken by a dominant male. The Count had by now descended almost to the bottom of the stairs. His manservant, the hunchback Ugolin,. I awoke sitting on a chair in a hollow sounding room. My head was smothered by some form of rubber-smelling hood, I’d fixed enough cycle tyres to know that smell! I was blinded but my nose had two small snotty holes I could breathe through along with an open mouth. My ears, though covered were still keen as my voice echoed in that large blank room.“Hello… Any?” I closed my mouth. In more than an hour, well a long time, I had received no reply as I sat still in that uncomfortable seat with a. “Yeah. I have one friend in school who’s into goth, but her parents stop her from dressing like I do at school. She has to sneak when we go out.”“I’m guessing there aren’t a lot of people like you around here?”She shook her head, “No. Mostly we sneak down to New York and go to clubs to see bands. They never card, so it’s no problem for us to get in.”“What’s your parents’ take on all this?” I asked.“We fought about it at first, but then they let it go when they decided I wasn’t going to kill.