In morning sobriety my life felt dull, boring, the passing of time painfully slow. Work suffered. One cannot be creative when drowning. Colleagues not...ced and began to ask questions. A damaged Triumph sat waiting for attention in the rented garage I used as a workshop. I just didn't care about anything, not even myself.June somehow passed into July, unnoticed. The arm cast was removed to reveal pale white skin and scars from scratching too harshly. The deep scrapes on my right leg healed into. ” It would be my pleasure,” I replied as I gently rolled towards you. I shuffled the blankets so now your face was in my lap and the blankets covered us both, anyone would think we were just a couple flying high together. But underneath, your mouth was fully enclosing my cock. Slowly slipping and sliding up and down my shaft, you hands encasing my balls, my shaft was being slowly licked and sucked by a fellatrix. Gently your hands were moving in time with your mouth. I could not take this. "You sit down nervously, keeping your eyes on Mr Hodgkinson all the time, watching what he does, awaiting further instructions. After what seems like an eternity, he hands you a slip of paper with a sentence written on it in typed black ink."You will write this line Brittany, 200 times, 'I will learn to behave or I will be punished', but this is not an English lesson is it? You study French in my class Brittany, therefore I want you to first translate the line and then you will write it out. Toh chaliye fir kahani shuru karte hai.Aap sab ko pata hi hai, ki main ab tak kafi sex kar chuka hoon. Itna sex karne ke baad main bahot kuch sikh chuka hoon. Jese ki main ladki nange boobs dekh kar hi bta skta hoon, ki wo kitne bacho ki maa hai. Agar main choot me apni ungli dal doon.Toh main aram se bta skata hoon, ki ye kitne bacho ki maa hai. Aur isne kitni baar apna operation se bacha griaya hai. Mera ye hi experience Pooja ke sath kaam aaya. Wo meri baato ki diwani ho gyi, aur mujhe khud.