" The adult in me knew that many, many people handled Christmas in exactly this manner."That could work, I suppose," she said, her voice still full of...uncertainty."Everything will be fine," I assured her. "You'll see." Maybe. But it still sucks that things have to be like this."There it was. A tacit admission of what I'd feared most ... that my problems with Dave were a source of stress for Eileen. I had to reassure her somehow."It does suck, Eileen. And I feel bad for you, because I know that. Very early on she had written him, begging to know more about who he was. He allowed her to pose three questions. He fully expected them to be of the usual mundane type: “How old are you?” “What do you look like?” “How do you earn your living?” or maybe “Where do you live?” But she asked none of these. She wanted to know about his likes and dislikes. And his views on punishment. And what he looked for in a slave. Slave. He disliked that word. It harkened back to the world of games, of D/s, of. Would she whisper his name as she gave herself to him? ‘Yes.’ He answered audibly, his hand rubbing his denim-clad cock. He found himself wanting to hear her voice, wanting to know that her cries were his and his alone. He eased his zipper down and pushed his hand inside, finding his hard prick and giving it long, loving strokes. He imagined her hands on him, light and teasing at first, her fingers curling around his balls and giving them a gentle tug before returning to his stalk and firmly. Mera pati kuch nahi bola, who sirf dekh raha tha main jakar bharat ke baju me baith gayi bharat thodaDara hua tha bola tumhara pati samne hi baitha hai, tum thodi dur baitho ni. Main has padi aur boli, ab who dusri duniya me pahunch gaya hai, aur tu kyon dar raha hai last time to pati ghar me tha tab bhi chodke gaya tha.Bharat agar aisa hai to meri baho me aa ja aur usne muze apni taraf khinch liya, main bhi uski baho me simat gayi who muze chumne laga, main uske pith ko sehla rahi thietne me.