I opened the phone and began deleting the texts.I got to the texts with pictures and paused. Once again, my cock stood erect, this time free from the ...estraint of the clothes. I was just as aroused sober as I was drunk. I clicked thru some of the images on the computer and felt harder than ever. I began slowly stroking it, almost as if by impulse like I was not in control. I came across a group of images that HAD to be Kristi. The face was cropped out but my gut told me it was her. She was. More bullshit from a tease. I can do as I please, and my fingers dance over the swollen buds as Merida cringes, whining, screaming, unable to say a word with her mouth pried agape by the dental gag. Unable to move an inch, she must lie there and take it. Her suffering, I sneer, hasn’t even begun. John is between her legs, cutting off her panties. He says, loudly for Merida to hear, that her pussy is wet. This is a lie, of course, but it works is sending shivers of fear through Merida’s body,. Natalie had recently moved into a small apartment in the city, in a high rise building, nearby her university and her day job at a retail clothing store. The apartment had been mostly bare, except for curiously, a small, dusty looking golden lamp. It looked like an over designed tea pot with a long spout, but after washing it off a bit, it surprisingly came off very shiny and as bright as it had likely ever been. She'd at first dried it with a rag, but soon finished off rubbing it with her. I saw another small bundle of books. I opened the small bundle and found they were Tamil pornography books. (I had read a few such books given to me by my friends). So I was immediately tempted to read them. But I was afraid to bring it to the notice of aunty. So I asked her " there are some old magazines — shall I bring them down for my mother to read". Aunty said it was fine. So I hid the porno books within the Tamil magazines and made them into one bundle and brought it down. This bundle I.