She grabbed her backpack and practically ran out of the door to her car.It was a furious, fast ride home, but she didn’t find any comfort there. She...didn’t sleep that night, instead she rubbed herself way Mister Benson did, trying her best to recapture the feeling of his breath, his grunts, his touch. She came again, over and over, until her body couldn’t orgasm any more.In a good, just world that would have been their first and only encounter. Actually, in a good world a beautiful talented. No I really liked it. I'm very fond of him. Perhaps I love him? Guess that it had to end sometime. Perhaps she is right, he needs someone more glamorous than me but wasn't that why he and Lisa parted? He wasn't into her glamorous way of life. Perhaps he let her put me down so much that I would leave and he could rid himself of me. Perhaps he never really wanted me. Just needed a woman to put his prick in."Not that far away, David was also lying awake reliving the past few weeks and asking. Humane kaha ghar par koi nahi hai.Wo boli chalo bistar par letenge aur me tum logo ko kuch achchi achchi bate sunaugi. Ab bistar par wo bich me aur me aur behan uske baju me ek ek side so gaye aur rajai upar se ood li. Kyuki towel khichne ki ghatna se mere me bhi kuch himmat aa gayi thi isliye mene bhi rajai ke andar se uske pet par apna hath rakh dia. Wo kuch nahi boli bas bate karti rahi. Tab dhire se mene hath sarkakar uske boobs par rakh dia socha agar naraj hogi to kahunga dhokhe se rakh. It brought all of my insecurities flooding back...I had always believed the world owed me everything...and then one day I learned that not only do I owe the world everything, I have nothing to offer. A failure as a man, becoming a sissy wasn't a point of pride like with some of the other girls, it was an escape attempt...one I botched when I agreed to become a slave in a moment of weakness. Now the only thing I had left, the only thing that mattered, was being the best slave I could be...and.