Now after years of stupid childish attempts I stand impotent in my room, trembling and shocked at what I had done, just when one of my sorties at moth...r had actually worked.Of course I had never thought it through — stupid I told you — how would it affect her life now that she and dad had divorced, being permanently drawn to her only son. What did I want out of all my attempts, did I want to have sex with my mom? To that question I can honestly say ... I'm not sure. Of course we indulged in. My Jija is totally impotent. During 2 yrs, they were trying to take a child, but failed. My Jija was aware about our milkman who was highly potent having 4 children. My Jija planned to hire that Muslim cock to make my did pregnant. He expressed it my didi about it which she greedily agreed. As, my Jija may not tolerate to see them having sex, so he went for company work in other city for some days. I heard all thing from hidden place and that night I went to work, but returned there unwiring of. The Masters chat about work and business as I wait. The pilot asks Master if I would get his drink too. Master orders me to get him a soda, which I do obediently. I kneel beside the pilot and raise the drink with my head down. He takes the drink and smiles at me. I walk back to my wall and stand. Master tells me that They are in mood for some entertainment and that I should go to the cross in the corner. I gulp hard and walk over to the cross. I hear Master T walk over to me and chain. " as I sputtered, Randal smiled broadly."You'll what Bob? We both know that you can't do a damned thing. If youdo anything that I don't like, the deal is off. You'll be stuck withMs. Armstrong's body, and no one will ever see yours, or her head everagain!"My heart skipped a beat as I began to concur with his analysis."No doctor, no scientist, no one at all, is going to be able to putHumpty-Dumpty back together again Bob." With devilish satisfaction headded his piece de' resistance; "Can you.