I moaned and pumped as I felt that point of no return, where I knew that it was on its way. My hand squeezed harder as I pumped up my shaft, then agai..., and I felt the cum shoot out of my cock. It shot across the room, further than I could have imagined. Then another and another before the strength of the ejaculations seemed to lessen. I pumped a few more smaller spurts out, and then I finally stroked softly, milking the remains out of the tip of my cock. I groaned, a little louder than I. Mama ka keti kam he unki 100 ekad jamin he . ham log us din aram kiya sam ko ghar ke piche bagicha he wahi par kuwa he . me apko bata du ki mujhe sex ke bare me kuch bhi nahi pata tha . ham rat ko kana kane ke bad ham logo ko didi ke room me legaye room kafe bada tha room me palang nahi tha niche gadi or piloo lage the b didi ne bistar saf kiya hame sone ke liye kaha sabse pahle meri dono bahn fir bDidi fir c didi fir me let gaye or bate karne lage. thori der me ek ek kake sabko nind aagi .rat. ” He put a pillow down and told me to put it under my hips then bring my own legs all the way back like Riley who was now getting his brains fucked out. Scared and shaking I did as he said with my heart racing in fear and anticipation. With my legs in my face I couldn’t really see what Jake was doing but I heard some kind of squishy sounds then felt a big glob of cold lube on my very exposed butthole. Was I really going to go through with this?! It wasn’t too late to back out I thought. Then I. He told me go get my log book and He sat on the sofa. I knew I was toast. I found the book open by the side of my unmade bed. I closed it and brought it to him. He told me to stand facing Him and He read the entries--when I had gone to work, when I had gotten home, what the calorie count had been each day, what exercise I had done, if I had masturbated, if I had not masturbated--a star was supposed to accompany every entry where J had told me to masturbate for Him, etc. The logbook was.