Only under strictly controlled circumstances, of course! There?s also a torturebench, it?s on castor wheels like a hospital gurney, and you can get up...to allsorts of fun when you?ve got a lovely strapped-down slave on that! There?s stirrups at the middle and the head of the thing, sowe can climb aboard either the slave?s face or his cock. You get the picture,I?m sure. And last, but by no meansleast, there?s the urine room. It?s basically a bathroom, with a large step-intub, which is kept filled. I stop you. The cloakroom is at our left and right in front of it is another room, the bar area, closed for tonight since it is only opens on weekends. I walk towards it and pull you with me. You are thinking the same as me, and you follow me inside. There is no one in the cloakroom so no one can see us going in. The bar area is dark; the only light is coming from the huge window. All the stools are in place, the chairs are up on the tables, they have been cleaning not too long ago. It smells. On your own schedule—you have to do it on your time. But when you do, I don’t want your parents and neighbours suddenly twigging to the fact that you’ve been spending an awful lot of time with that Jimmy Ruiz character.”“But everyone in this neighbourhood loves you,” Tobin protested. “My parents love you.”Jimmy shook his head. “They love me now. They like having a gay man who looks like a thug but is really a sweetheart living close to them—they love the seeming contradiction, and they can pat. I stay at Hyderabad and in our apartment there was a newly Married Couple and their name was Srinivas & Lakshmi(name changed) within a few days they became friends to me and close with me. Uncle was teacher in some school. one day I got a call from uncle saying that there computer was not working so asked me to check so one afternoon I went to their home and ringed the bell aunty opened the door she was wearing a white night gown and it is transparent and I can easily see her white Bra and as.