That major orgasm was looming over me now, a gigantic tsunami ready to wash me away. Just a little bit more..."Oh Allyson..." he groaned, the sound of...his gruff baritone saying my name was like a bolt of lightning vaporizing my clit. He pulled me up and bit on my neck while he continued to stroke me from behind. I imagined rope after rope of cum shooting into the condom as he sucked at my neck, throwing me into the deep abyss of orgasm. My vision blurred and I saw stars as my body convulsed. Stockings, innocent-looking. Corsets, like a Mistress. Whores, made-up with cocksucking lips.I wandered confused, stoned and horny. I really shouldn't have had that third joint. But hell, I loved the feeling of being stoned. The ground was squidgy beneath my feet, propelling me on. I stopped at a bar, had a small beer to slake my thirst, then moved on, seeking...what?I walked past the whores. I knew I was fucking horny, wanting to get laid, wanting to get off, wanting to cum. But none of the. Maa/patni: Tum apne lund ko haath nahi laga sakte par meri chut sirf tumari amanat hai. Isko tum haath laga sakta jab chaho tab.Maine unke chut pe jor se thappad lagaya aur kahaMain: Sachme?Maa/ patni: Ufff! Aap bhi kya karte ho. Bohut dard hota hai. Aise na maro.Main: Ok meri jaan!Uske baad wohi fir dono uthe and kaam kar liya apna. Haa ghar mein ek khushi tha. Aise hi 4 din beett gaye. Aab mujhe hone laga tha problem. Maine 4 din se masturbation nahi kiya and upar se meri rani sahiba ka order. ” I stopped as I realised he would be unable to write a report. “Do you know anyone who could write an account from your dictation?”He furrowed his brow in thought for a moment. “There’s young Joseph Hainaut from Wallers. He has a wise head on young shoulders, and I know he has a fair hand. His mother was a teacher, and I expect Joseph was taught by her to read and do that arithmetic stuff as well.”“Excellent. Engage the fellow as your scribe, and have him produce a full report on what needs to.