So imagine her surprise when she logged on to a web site where a story she read sounded a little too close to her own life. She wondered if her one an... only love, who she married at eighteen could possibly be a mystery writer who was loosely disguising the details whilst relating her life story to unknown numbers of strangers via an adult story site.She decided to play along writing feed back tot his author and hoping for a reply from the author which would give her an email address, as she. “Tom, er… Tom asked me to give you these,” I said nervously.“Thank you, I hope you enjoy your stay. I’m sure you will,” she said glancing down at my towel again. “Mr Stevenson is such a nice gentleman.”I tried to smile and hurried back down the corridor feeling my cock straining against the soft fabric of the towel. Tom was waiting for me outside the changing room and led me through some double doors into a large indoor area. The warm atmosphere was in sharp contrast to the coolness of the. . I’m a regular iss reader since past one year. And I thought its now my turn my real experience should be shared with my friendsThis experience is with my aunty….now let me tell u about my aunty. She has married my uncle two years ago by running away from the home so their relations and my uncle mom and dad did not like it so they were against them but my father used to support them so they were one the person who signed when they both were married and now coming to the structure of my aunty. Theyall like you?" "Excuse me, sir?" "All sub. You know slave sissyboys?" I shrugged, not knowing them all, and he continued, smiling wider. "Youknow Collins, it's funny talking to you, because you haven't yet tried to lieto me. Might not volunteer anything but I don't think your'e capable oflying to a black man, are you?" I paused, "um, well." He was right, it would be a form of disobedience.I had never really thought of it like that, but it was true. He grinned, "Ah.