Amr dudu gulo bra upor diyei uchu uchu hole jacchilo. Tarpor panty kach giye thigh gulo chuste thaklo. Ami dada sokto kore dhorechilam. Bollam dada ch...re de parchina ar ki korchis khub advut lagche. Dada bollo advut to lagbei sundori,sona joto time jabe tor totoi advut lagbe tarpor roj roj etai korte baina korbi.Dada golay sune moner modhye aktu bhoy lagchilo abr aktu moja lagchilo. Er por dada bra kokhon je khule dilo bujhtei parlam na . Amake sara mukh chokh kopale chumu dite ditei hotht amr. ...Please mistress/master! Don't you see how severely I have suffered for you? Please don't force me to continue this self-torture! Please take my cock into your own hand and force me to further depths of agony! As long as my cock is under my control, I will suffer, severely, but not unbearably. Make my suffering unbearable!And you do, slowly, deliberately, driving me out of my mind with frustration. Your friends are highly aroused by my suffering. They have shed their clothes, the women. There were stories that floated around of arranged orgies with the female prisoners. There was no way to varify these stories and they seemed to get more lurid from teller to teller, even going as far as one stating that they were turned to prostitutes to bring money into the camp or at least those who organized it. It was an unbearable thought to many. I lost sight of the Asian boy for a while. He was brought to where all new prisoners were to have their heads shaved. They arrived here after. To be honest, nothing about it stood out from any other. In fact, she didn't even have a picture. She was farther away than I had hoped for, but at this point I was really desperate. I sent off a variant of my usual e-mail and thought nothing more of it. Shortly after that, she "Blew me a kiss." Deciding to be daring, I sent her another e-mail telling her my actual e-mail address and saying that digital gestures were all fine and good, but a real conversation would be better. To my surprise,.