He lumbered off target quickly and raged for the thousandth time about how he had been 'cheated' out of his rightful share of the family business and ...ow it had been stolen from him. It was an old sad (and wildly innacurate) story that Rennie could recite in his sleep (or dead drunk, as he often way) that had even less sincerity, and far less validity, than even his mother's frequent theatrical dramatics."You stole this company from me! Poor Dad was sick on his deathbed and you browbeat him. Aur main mann hi mann khud se baatain kar raha tha.32 saal ho gayi hai umar, ab kahan ras. Shaadi hui hoti tab na is shardi main kuch ras ka anand milta. Pata nahin ab shadi bhi hogi ya nahin. Ye kundali milaane ki pratha bhi bawaal hi ho gayi hai. Kundali na hui, lagta hai koi saanp jeevan main kundali maarke baitha hai. Jo koi baat aage hi badhne nahin deta.Aur to aur jin ladkiyon se thoda bahut ras mila, woh mere paise ke piche hi thi. Ras kya khaakh mila, ras nichod ke rakh diya badmashon. The cops drive in, lights screaming onto the strip. Night clubs out, hurling themselves into the writhing, fucking, sucking, cumming, pissing crowd. They go down naked, howling in pleasure, their billy clubs become Johhny and Jane clubs.A telepath named Chris, a pederastic fuck from down in the vault at the Landmark works his way out and climbs up on the side of the external elevator. As it rises, he jacks off, he cums and plunges down to the sidewalk below, his brains spread out like a. In the spacious bathroom I would strip down to my underwear and since I could not bring my stuffed toy into the bathroom, I would just squeeze my cock by cupping my hands, placing them between my legs, crossing my legs and squeezing. The pressure would build up and I would reach climax. (In fact, even today I would sometimes masturbate in this manner like a sissy to relive my c***dhood. Dear reader, you could also try out this method and let me know how it felt in the comments.) Thus began my.