I found a spiral notebook lying on the floor in front of my bedroom door, with a pen sitting on top of it. I picked it up and sat back down on my bed.... opened the notebook."MASTER LIST" was written at the top of the first page. The next two and a half pages were a list of chores on the left, and their point value on the right. All the chores I did the day before were on there, as well as a host of new ones. Some of the chores, the ones marked with asterisks, could be done everyday. Things like. Jab vo upar se hata aur apna land bahar kiya to uska land chamakte huye latak rha tha aur meri choot se uska beej bahar aa kar bah rha tha.Ab hm dono chipak kar so gye aur us raat hmne kai bar chudai ki thi lekin use kabhi gand nhi marne diya tha. Aur agle din k baad hm aksar chudai krne lge the jb b mama kahi jate to m use bata deti aur kabhi din me to kabhi raat bhar hm log apni pyas bujhate rahte the lekin 2 saal baad uska transfer ho gya tab me bahut roi kyoki me use apna pati manne lagi. She then looked at David and asked “Are you ok with this?”….to which he said “yes….just scared we’ll be caught”. DJ’s response was “That’s all part of the fun!”….and with another look around, she leaned back a little bit more and squirted a little spurt of pee about a foot in front of herself, splashing on the floor right in front of me and David. I again told her that this was enough, and we have to stop right now. If you’re familiar with the phrase “Red rag to a bull”….then you’ll know what. Her long brown hair had been released from the pony tail and rested on her bare shoulders. Her body was wrapped in an incredible black basque and her breasts were squeezed and looked beautiful. She had hold-up stockings on with black high heels. Perhaps the night had some surprises. Bryony ordered me to undress. When I was naked I laid on the bed. She restrained my hands and legs by ropes to the bed. I was completely open and exposed to her. She started on my cock and balls with her mouth. I.