Aik din mom mara pass ae raat main or boli aj tara pita daar sa aain ga mai yahan tara pass late jaon? Hain mom zaroor, thoree dar chup rehna ka baad ...om boli aj kal kasa guzara karta hai bahi ka bina, mai dar gaya or bola kaya mom? Hain bahi nahi hai to kaya karta hai akala neend a jatee hai? Phir mai shant huva or bola nahi mom vo to chota bhai tha mara or cacha dost be. Or kaya tha, bus yahi mom, toona us ka sath acha nahi keya wasa, maina mom kaya acha nahi keya, us na mujha sab bata deya. Smelled damn good to me, at least- maybe not so much to the yuppie bitch who was pedaling next to me who got up and moved a few bikes down. Like I gave a shit what that tiny-titted anorexic whore thought.I showered and put my clothes on… wasn’t sure if I wanted to wash my smelly jock, shorts, string-tee and socks, so I just put them in my gym bag thinking I wouldn’t be working out again until Monday and I could decide then.Alicia’s coffee and the Coke I sucked down after working out had me. ?Mr. Smith, if you please.?The masked man walked behind the chair, then reached in from behind Megan, squeezing and twisting both her nipples. Megan let out a scream.Michael walked over and leaned in close to the girl’s bound form.?Do you know the problem with pretty girls? They are spoiled by guys. We cater to you every whim. We give you everything you want, all in hopes of getting sex. It’s not going to happen this time, darling. You will do what you are told, or you will be punished.Megan. His is a super small post (approx 630 words) but I think it's a yummy short. Let me know what you think, it's been a while since I've written anything