I want you to look at yourself and see the same thing that I see - a thoughtful, kind young man that I am thrilled to have as my grandson." I do see m...self that way," Andy protested."No," Anne said. "You don't. You see the young man who was raised by a single mother in the poorest of neighborhoods. You believe yourself to be someone who, by sheer luck, has found himself in places he never thought he'd see. That simply isn't the case. All that you have, you've earned - either through hard work. I was feeling cold because of being drenched and his warm hands on me added to all the horniness in my head. I was constantly debating if this was right, as he was my brother’s friend. But the moment he put his other hand on my boob and squeezed it tight, all my hesitation went away and I thought, “Fuck it, I am gonna let this sexy bastard do me today”.He hurriedly took off his clothes and pushed me into the shower. Almost animalistic, he grabbed my towel and pinned me to the cold bathroom. Pinbu en kanavanuku en meethu santhegam vara vilai, aanal dineshku enaku thirumanam aagiya kathai therinthu vitathu. Avanidam sorry da enaku thirumanam aagiyathai naan un idam solave ilai endren, avan udane call cut seithu vitu ethuvum pesamal sendru vitan. Ennal veetile apozhuthu ethuvum pesa mudiya vilai.Nalai school sendru niraiya murai call seithen pinbu kadaisiyaaga eduthan, ena da call pandran edukave matingiraai endru keten? Avan athan unaku thirumanam aagi vitathe endru ketan? Naan amam. Everywhere I touched stung. I got up slowly and walked to the closest mirror. My body was a mass of red whip marks, my cunt-lips looked deformed, grotesquely swollen, and blackening to the same colour as my mangled tits. I could see several small cuts on them, from the metal teeth where the clips had torn themselves free. My eyes were puffy and bloodshot from my crying, my face a mess from ruined make up. my body had been tortured from the neck to my knees. I slowly collected my shoes and my.