There was a blinding pain in my ear, my head rocking sideways and I knew she had hit me again, but that was secondary to the incredible amount of pain...I was feeling. I crumbled to my knees, holding my head, and I felt her kick me.There was some kind of struggle, I could faintly hear screaming, but the loud buzz that was like a drill through my brain drowned out most of it.I got back to my feet and I could see mom being held by two guys, a bright red handprint on her cheek and her hair sticking. I requested them to leave me since I have work in collecting things for tournament. My best friend came at that time and he asked permission to take me with him to his house for those three days. At last my parents agreed.I packed my things and went t his home. He is the only son in his home. His mom (Priya) was hot, sexy women with perfect body(32-28-36) with swaying butt. Seriously I never had feelings for her before. When I reached there she greeted me with smile. I kept my things in his. There was enough space for a desk at which Paolo could sit and a narrow bed that could accommodate him and one of the Ninth Army's Official Concubines. For a senior prostitute who might, on an average day, have sex with seven or eight of the ship's officers, this was opulence indeed. Only Revolutionary Officers and senior military staff had the luxury of yet more spacious accommodation. They also had access to more ethnically pure and erotically enhanced concubines than Paolo would ever be. Our f****y had known the turtle f****y for years, and Tommy had been the best friend a lad could have had I had trusted him with my life in some of our adventures, and we had a bond that was to prove unshakable in later life.She said that “it was a very grown up thing to do thinking about my friend like that and she would give it a lot of thought, now though, did I want to see what a woman looked like or would I rather wait till I was older?”I chose now! Thoughts of Tommy and problems in the.