.. " Maybe I can help you out, kid. I've got a spare bedroom, and if you don't mind earning your keep... The name's Theodora, by the way. You can call...me Dora."She lived in a mansion. It was a fairy-tale castle with something like fifty rooms. Jamie slept on a cot in a room that was part of a medieval turret. The walls were curved and the ceiling came to a conical point. Not much light came through the single small arrow-slit window.On the maid's days off, Jamie washed the dishes, made the. Every time, it took longer to produce any sperm, and by the fifth girl, my penis was practically dry reaching.When they were finished raping me, they produced a crayon and wrote on my body "I fucked five girls", then coloured in parts of my body. They then left the hideout and I didn't see them again.Gagged, tied up and sore all over, I could do nothing. My penis was red raw and my body was aching from where they whipped me with the leaves. I had no idea how long I would be there, or if. The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say.It is the function of art to renew our perception. What we are familiar with we cease to see. The writer shakes up the familiar scene, and, as if by magic, we see a new meaning in it.There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious. Phir mene chodna suru kardiya aur itna tight tha ki wo sir chikh rahi thi.Ahhhh!!! ohhhh.. meri gaand haye ohhhh… mar gayi..Is doran kabhi mera hath uske lund pe chala gaya mujhe pata bhi nahi chala idhar me chod raha tha aur aeak hat me uska lund hila raha tha.Wo 3 min me jhad gayi lekin me 20 mintak choda tha raha jab me jhad ne wala tha bwo boli ander mata jhad na me tumhara sara mall pina chati hoon aur me app na lund uske munh me de diya wo chus vhus ke sara mal nikal diya aur me thak ke.