”She slid her hands beneath his buttocks, gently kneading the firm flesh in its nylon casing. She leaned closer… closer… He groaned and, feeling...his cock touch her lips, she sat up. She clicked her tongue at him then flicked back her hair and straightened her spine. Reaching sideways, she grasped a goblet and slowly sipped wine while watching his ragged breathing dislodge sweat droplets from his smooth skin.“God, you’re a tease,” he muttered, but the smirk on his face betrayed his. I could feel her wetness over shaft. I was already thrusting her more and we were building one more. My phone rang, and I was just fucking her so in verge to fill her womb, tried to slow down and receive it, but she slapped me and took the phone and shouted to the other person , “Call him after 4 hours we are fuckingggg damn bastard.“ And she threw my phone far over the end of the bed and shouted stop playing with phone come inside me faster, Varun.. I later got to know it was my ex’s call and. He had given me back the use of my hands finally but made me thank him sweetly when he used me sexually. Then one day he came into my room and hung chains from the ceiling. He then cuffed my hands to two of these chains and then lifted my legs one at a time and looped a chain from the other two. I was sort of in a sitting position with my legs spread wide apart. Then he brought in a man I had never seen wearing a surgical mask. He wiped my scrotum with some alcohol and made an incision. . Now, it wasn't all that unusual for my dick to get hard butI had never really played with it and stroked it as I was doing thatmorning. As I continued to play with myself, I realized that I was doingwhat I had occasionally overheard some of the other guys kidding about -I was jerking off. Well, by that time I wasn't worried about analyzingwhat I was doing - because whatever it was that I was doing, it feltreally, really, good. Breathing harder, I stroked my dick faster andfaster until finally I.