My e-mail ID is guys n gals do mail me This is story told to me by one of my friend whom I met in train while going to Bhopal. I don’t know how muc... truth is there in this story but it would certainly make a good erotica is what I believe. I am going to narrate it in his words and since i don’t remember the names of all the characters here, I am giving them hypothetical names. Story begins from here:-I have been in Bhopal for quite a few time. I work in a call center and am talking coaching. Any slip up by me would have dire consequences not only forme, but for those I loved as well.I felt funny. My fanny and groin felt wet and hot. I was covered in sweatand wanted to freshen up now! I started to rise when the door opened and inwalked my mom, Harriet and Grace. They all smiled and were happy to see meawake.I smiled back and said, "Hi, I really need to freshen up."Grace said, "Not so fast, Rachel, I have to check you over first and weshould get you out of those wet diapers." OH. "What do you want?", he asks.She considers. She is not sure. she wants to be snuggled, held close and stroked and cherished. But she also wants to be hurt. And, of course, she wants to be fucked.What she is craving most of all is their connection. What she is craving is submission. Ownership, even.He watches her as she thinks. He sees the different thoughts crossing her mind and expression at the same time. He sees her eyes glaze over and her head cock to one side as her slow, sleepy brain. Rahul: Finally you are seen in the college building come to have a seat.Monika: Sir I was informed yesterday that I would not be able to sit in semester examination due to low attendance.Rahul: That is true. Where were you entire semester? You can answer your papers next year now!Monika: (scared and confused) I am really sorry sir. I request you to help me this one time and I promise would never repeat this and would always be punctual.Rahul: I have heard this lot many times so don’t play that.