”“And I’ll stay as long as you keep sharing that fine whiskey. And perhaps you’ll share your story too.”“I’m here to kill myself.”“A...d why would you want to do that?” he replied, holding out his hand for the whiskey bottle.And so I found myself spilling my guts to a complete stranger, how the doctors had said there was nothing they could do for my little problem, how I’d been repeatedly humiliated, how I’d sworn never to let it happen again until I had gone out with Claire. As I rambled on and. I am in a state of amazement and arousal by what I see happening - my suit is providing a quaint amount of sensory deprivation and I am getting off on it. After some time you ask me if I am ready and I nod. You take me to a corner and lay me on my back on a bench. You fasten me to the bench so I am unable to move my shoulders and legs but I am not wholly immobilised. My legs are spread apart and my feet are resting on stirrups and you unzip my crotch - exposing the glistening white and pink. Vinni had gone to an other town to study, he came back in summers and one fine day we were coming home from a restaurant on a two wheeler, i was driving, he started massaging my back, and he his hand on my left book, touched my dick, kept his hand on my stomach and i was full hot, and wanting to get fucked then and there but unfortunately i had to leave due to some important work. Later i confessed about it to him and we decided to do it one day.So now came a day that is written in gold in. Sunny rarely came into this room and I kept the little refrigerator well stocked with beer and soft drinks.I worked for the next half hour or so while I waited for the pizza. I was angry and work was the only thing that could make me forget for a while. Sunny didn't come in and I noticed that the phone was in use. She was obviously calling someone and she wanted privacy. I wouldn't try to listen in, as it was very obvious when someone picked up one of the extensions. However, it did give me an.