Let’s play that hole again,” she pleaded. “Double or nothing.”“Double what?” Cliff asked. “I think I’ve already won everything, and yo... are my prize.”“Oh fuck. How did I get myself in this situation?“At least the pictures and video are useless without the password. And Katie just won’t give you the password,” Ashley argued.“You mean the password to these?” Cliff asked, opening his phone. He showed the pictures I took of Ashley the day before. “And this?” Cliff asked, hitting play on the. We were getting used to all these stuff when there was no one around us, in my home. We used to feel everything but never did we use all that bad word and there was no bad feeling, we used to feel high in love but were in our limit.One fine day her parents were to go to some DARGAH (mazaar as mostly said by we Muslims) and they would be leaving on Friday night and would return Monday morning. So they left Zohra with us, and as there was no problem, she used to stay with us when her parents were. From the rings on the end of bar in my mouth she attached an elastic cord that was split into two parts then joined behind my head.Then pulling the cord down the length of my back she threaded the end thought the rings in the Butt Plug and Dido. I was told to sit on my legs and tilt my head back as much as possible. With great difficulty she pulled the cord up between my legs and hooked it onto the ring at the front of the belt.The bar cut into the lips at the back of my mouth pulling my. She sure was different down there than I was but any time I asked a question about it she just replied, “Boys sure are dumb.”One Sunday Dad was quiet, Dad was never quiet unless he was mad enough to kill. Carly and I were sitting on the very back end of the wagon as Dad drove us to church.I asked Carly what was wrong with Dad and she said, “He didn’t get any last night.”I asked, “Any what.”Once again Carly said, “Boys sure are dumb.”That pissed me off and I got just as quiet as Dad was.The.