His body felt all lumpy and round and soft. And it felt like someone had glued a couple of sandbags to his chest.What the hell is going on, he wondere...? Looking down, he ran his eyes over the sheet that covered his body. This is getting weirder by the second, he thought as his eyes traveled over the unexpected hills and valleys under the sheet. This is weird, they hadn't been there last night."What the shit?" he muttered out loud. It looked like tits swelling up against the sheet down where his. Meri mummy aur bua chat par baith k dhoop saik rahe the mere school me half day tha to me gar jaldi aagaya tha. Me change karke apane room me baitha tha mere room me attaich bathroom bhi tha to muje pata nahi tha ki didi us bathroom me naha rahi hongi na unhe pata tha k koi bahar hoga to vo aise hi ek patalasa aur thoda chota towel lapet k hi baahar aaagai. Mene unhe dekha aur unhone muje dekha ham dono chauk gaye me ne dkha k mere saamne mere sapno ki raani mere saamne khadi thi kya maal lag. ”“No fucking way!” was my first reaction. His grin just got bigger. “Coward,” he challenged “it would be so exciting and dangerous, and I would be sitting in the stall next to you to keep you safe.” But I stuck to my initial reaction, and that was the end of it for awhile.It was about a week later we were supposed to go to a movie, but when he came over to pick me up I greeted him wearing men’s clothes—blue jeans, boys sneakers, man’s shirt, hair tucked under a baseball cap. “Take me to. There was no light switch in the cell but it was only another ten minute until it went out anyway and I was left to myself, locked in this cell in Jennifer’s basement. As I said, it was warm and comfortable in Jennifer’s basement prison cell. After I got over the initial shock that I was locked in a tiny prison cell, under the house of one of my best clients. This was probably a sick fantasy of mine built how did Jennifer actually know. Soon after several hard-on’s, which I resisted to take.