I looked around and was unsurprised to see an audience, but still hadn’t discovered the Willow Line.“Turn over so I can do your front.”“Fasten...my top.”Where was that line?“Just hold it. My hands are too greasy.”My beautiful bride didn’t just roll over. She was using both hands to hold her top as she got on her knees first and looked around. There were side boob bulges next to the hanging straps and a slight smile on her face before she turned to sit and then lay on her back. She was getting off. Now she knew why the dildo was rubber, protection from shocks. Too bad, she thought. Then there was another shock and the machine lost all control. It jolted again, twice as fast, now the full ten inches, faster and faster. Another spark, and it nearly stopped, leaving her on the edge. It kept spasming, the machine, from fast to slow, and hard and soft, and all the various places in between. It was too much for her. She began to yell, glad that her walls were sound-proof from the rest. Wake up! I'm not leaving until you make my dick cum." That was the sound that reverberated around my freshman dorm room the night that my...let's call them troubles...the night that my troubles began. While not the absolute beginning, it was the point where there became only one possible ending. You see, there was a time when I wasn't a cock sucking sissy addict. That was the time before Jimmy, my high school bully, drunkenly barged into my dorm room with the urge to embarrass me by trying to. It’s not that easy.Tina: Come on, say it. What is it?Armaan: I want to do THREESOME!!Tina: WTF? You Perv.Armaan: Oh, come on. I did everything you wanted and you are denying the only request I am making and calling me ‘pervert’. This is not fair at all.Tina (angrily): Fuck off, you ass. (Hangs up).2-3 days passed, they didn’t talk to each other. Armaan started stalking Priya. He was so obsessed that he started following her from her home to the classes. He also started sitting on the first.