"You know" you say to me, out of breath, "I can think of another exercise for the both of us and as you have been enjoying my ass, why don't we do som...thing together?". I know what this means and I shut my laptop. Work can wait.You come over to the table and you put your hands on it and you stick out your ass for me. I stridle up to you and I push my crotch up to your ass and put my hands over your hips. You giggle and say over your shoulder, "You know what I want, and what you want".I back. Aunt Liz sat cross-legged on the kitchen chair, showing off her long legs, balancing one of her black high-heeled shoes on a toe. “ I am sorry, Mike, I just never know what to get you for your birthdays. You seem to buy whatever you want and I don’t want to get you underwear or stuff like that. Clara seems to buy you items like that anyway.” Liz says in a quizzical manor I looked over the coffee table, taking the card, and carefully opening it. Clara, my much older girlfriend, had the flat. With a few jerks of train I could feel that the briefcase is almost between my legs…till that time i was not sure if it was intentional or not…but then slowly i could feel the briefcase coming up and by that time the guy behind me also kept his hand on my ass. By this time train had already crossed dadar and that guy was now practically sticking to me. he made sure that no one got between us. By this time i was sure that this guy is up to something.I had no idea how to react and what to. He was as cruel and sadistic inhis treatment of his customers as myself. Forcing gay sex upon an unwillinghomophobe was one of his trademarks as was the use of extreme torture methodssuch as the bullwhip. About three years ago Max went on the lam after being indicted on meth traffickingcharges. He joined a bizarre religious cult headquartered in Maine. This cultwas known for the abduction and enslavement of women with Max being the leaderin that area. Max eventually soured of the cult and.