Well arent you a brave little boy she says, you want that all done today? I said maybe. she puts on a pair of black surgical gloves and tells me to sl...p my shirt off. she tells me to lie back on the metal table and its cold and my nipples get hard, which is the point. she takes a sharpie and marks on my nipples she lets me look in a mirror to make sure they are good. then she puts her hand behind my back and sits me up to mark my belly. feeling her touching me with the gloves on is getting me. Shay helped me set it up this afternoon. We can't figure out the sound yet, but this is only our first real attempt.Speaking of Shay, where'd she go? I asked, noticing that Mia appeared to be alone.Mia reached over to her cordless mouse and started clicking. Suddenly, the camera began to zoom out. I would have seen her bare midriff (told you!) if a wild mane of red hair wasn't blocking the view. My swim trunks got very, very crowded.Oh.Shit, I typed.Mia didn't see my message, though, because. Jab mei so jata tha tomeri ma apni vhut ko mere land se ragad deti thi or mera land utejit ho kaya karta tha. Ek raat ko mera njght fall ho gaya jab mein subah utha to mein dar gaya or apni ma ko dikhaya to meri ma bahoot khush huee or kahne lagi beta tu ab bada ho gaya hai or roj raat ko mere sone ke baad mere underwear mei hath dalkar sehlati thi .mujhe bhi bada maza aata tha mein bhi apna hath ma blouse mein daal deta tha or uske boobs ko sehlata tha. Mein or meri ma ghar ka saman lane ke. She kissed me, licking the toast crumbs off my lips before returning to her task. I had just poured myself another cup of coffee when Diana erupted, "God damn it to hell. Fucking weasels. What the fuck did they do?" I spun the stool around to face her. She was cursing loudly and pounding on the marble counter top as I asked her coolly, "What's the problem, Diana?" She turned to face me, holding the counter top, her anger subsiding as she breathed deeply, visibly trying to calm herself as she.