Then Shivani looked at me and ordered me to come near them. I was so happy that I went to them walking like a dog. Shivani ordered me to lick Priya’... boob marks. I stood and licked her huge melons. Why would I not follow such orders? Shivani started caressing my dick.Wow, this did not feel like I was their slave. For a moment, I forgot I was their slave. But Shivani soon grabbed my dick so hard it hurt and started a handjob with pace. I tried concentrating on Priya’s boobs. But Shivani made. Develop the story in your mind and then write >, about it. Give it a try. >, You have been touched by other stories. Now go out and touch >, others. So, I thought about it. I dismissed the idea, of course, as I hadn’t tried to write fiction since I was a schoolboy. But there remained this thing… Then, I had an idea. I had a tale to tell. I wanted to tell a story, an erotic story, that didn’t feature kids of school or university age, that wasn’t a coming of age story, which actually. I think my family eventually figured out there was something different about me and, because I had waited so long and never brought up the issues, started encouraging me to do those things. Anyway, back to the subject. I didn't go to my junior prom. No one asked and I wasn't interested anyway. But for my senior prom a friend asked me to go. Of course I wasn't really interested in going but I figured if I went it would maybe make my family happy. I made sure he understood that I was just going. "Rebeca, what brings you here? And you brought friends. Come in, come in."Rebeca stepped in without hesitation, the other women were a bit more slowly and in awe as they were taking in the extravagant interior of Brandon's place. "Well," Rebeca broke the silence once the door closed behind them. "These lovely ladies were admiring my tan and wanted to know where I got it. I would love to let them use my machine, but I only have one and need to learn how to work it first. Could some of them.