So this is a story between me and one of my friend. Let’s call her baby. So I and baby use to talk a lot. We hardly use to meet because of her famil... being strict and all. But there was this one day when she got the chance to meet up. We had a plan that we will meet up at my place and will have a couple of smokes and some alcohol. After that, she will leave. It was just like casually meeting up with a friend on day to day basis. So she came to my place and we straight away went to my room. She asks whom does he think of masturbating?He nods his head saying he will not tell, the girl squeezes his sunni, he cries in pain, she again asks tell me who do u think of while masturbating? He does not lift his head and does not say anything, girl with one hand smacks the boys buttocks, a red mark is over the buttock, she says enakum teriyum ( I know) who u think of?He lifts his face with a kind of question mark on his face, she says amma taane (mom is’t it)? He shyly puts his head down,. I didn't care they were beautiful. "If I can learnto negotiate ingress and egress from an 8 foot high pick-up while wearingan evening gown, corset and heels, I can learn to master my fingers." Iremember as my over-confident statement about my lovely new talons. Inoticed your smile again my love. As if to say you'll learn, my littlecaptive one, you'll learn. The time had finally come for you to allow me to don the gorgeousjewelry you had chosen for me to wear. From my small clutch purse Iwatched. .. wondering if she had actually screamed that lastdesperate cry for real!There was daylight in the room, but not much. She glanced at her clock- early! Very early! But after that nightmare, whatever it had beenabout, she knew she couldn't go back to sleep... at least not for quite awhile. She got out of bed and grabbed her robe, and automaticallywalked directly to her kitchen - and her coffee maker. And even beforeshe got to the kitchen, her mind was already thinking about Chad....