I take you in my arms and kiss your so cold lips. ‘I’m so cold baby’ you say between chatters of your teeth. I take your hand and lead you to ...he washroom. I start a warm shower. I help you shed off the wet ice caked clothes. You get into the shower and start to warm up. While you’re in there I go through the apartment turning up the heat a few degrees. I get the big goose down comforter your grandmother made, from the closet. I hear the shower shut off. You come out of the washroom a few. “Well mera first crush tha jab main 7th mein thi. I must be around 12-13 years old then. I had a crush on my PT teacher. Main us wakt sexually aware thi and my knees used to go weak thinking of him. Lekin woh to sirf crush hi tha. Lekin pehli baar mujhe kisi ne alag tareeke se chua, mukjhe ab bhi yaad hai Asif. Woh mere chachu the, abba ke bade bhai. Woh jab Lucknow aathe the, to mere liye der saari cheeze laate the. Mujhe yaad hai, main shayad 15 baras ki thi, tab mujhe pata chala. Chachu. I sucked on his cock, letting my tongue massage his cock head. He was soon shoving it in and ramming it down my throat. Soon a guy smacked my ass hard as he could, making me yelp, then shove a bottle in my ass and squirt lube inside and out, covering me in lube. I was on my belly, so they could not see the hard on I had for this excitement. Next thing was a big cock being thrusted into my hole, I yelled out, and kept yelling, they thought I was in pain, but it had been over a year since I had. No tricks, and be warned that if you choose that path you will be punished for wasting My time and you will be agreeing to surrender yourself to Me completely and until I decide to set you free. Now go." With that, she turned Her back and resumed Her breakfast preparations.For the next two days he fought with himself, unable to flush the memory of Her from his mind. No matter how he tried, he simply couldn't forget that evening, nor Her parting words. Logically he knew he he should just forget.