But there was one important proviso: he wasn't allowed to come.If, within the allotted time, he should lose control and ejaculate, then he lost. Lost ...he Game. At that point, he would become "fair game" for any and all of the other participants. For the next two hours, they could use him in any manner they liked. This had some very disturbing implications.Jerry did not so much fear what the women might do to him if he lost. After all, having one or more of them climb on top of him -- being. Then my school was over at 3:30 but as always my mom didn’t come to pick me up but my house was nearby so I went home on my own and when I reached my home the door was closed but not locked so when I pushed it the opened and I went inside my house and kept my bag on the sofa and I heard voices from my mom’s bedroom and I went near and the shop owner was fucking my mom and she was saying”Fuck me harder uncle more harder(gattiga dengandi uncle inka gattiga)” [as he was much older than my mom] I. CHAPTERS# The Story: Chapter 0 - Description of Farm & Restaurant LivingThe farm is outside city, countryside. The restaurant hast two floors. The usual day is filled with farming, in the evening we open the restaurant. Katin and Sylvia are serving food and drinks in the restaurant. Andy is cooking in the kitchen and I are mostly behind the bar mixing drinks. The week has 7 days and it is exhausting. There are only random travelers, who are stopping by. To far away is the farm from. Knowing he could not fall, he braced his feet and began pulling the rope attached to the bundle of poles. Trying to focus totally on what he was doing, he forced himself to forget about the height. If I were six feet off the ground instead of thirty, I could do this without even thinking about it.By the time the bundle of poles was up, he was covered with sweat. Most of the sweat is from exertion, and only a little of it is from the height, he kept telling himself.While keeping the climbing.