He doesn’t like the term boy ?cunt? for he is all Gay and likes a boy to be a boy. And how I like to be His boy and feel Him opening my boi hole for...his pleasure. But I cannot help but think my limp little cock is His clitoris and needs to be teased contemptuously. He said in another connection that I like verbal abuse as well as physical (ab)use. It cannot be physical abuse for I give myself so willingly and hungrily. I don’t resist. I know I am learning to express my submission with my body. Your calves present a different problem to my hands. They are strong and resist the movement of my hands, my thumbs moving from the middle to the outside, the fibers not quite relaxing. I change the movement to start at your knee and move down to your ankle then from your ankle back up and finally am rewarded with another soft sigh from you as we both feel the last of the tension slip away from the second calve. I turn to face your head now, the sound of my hands warming the oil again, a bird. We were mostly conversing about general topics and I particularly avoided any sexual conversations. This proved to be a good point in my favour too. Sridevi started to get more comfortable with me as much as I was starting to get comfortable with her. Every time I chat with her, I usually delete the conversations because my nephew and neice had a habit of looking into my mobile often.As we started getting more comfortable, we started discussing our interests. Often times, our interests matched. Chuttiyome hum hamesha gaon aya karte the. Ham hamare nanaji ke ghar aye the nanaji ke saath mama aur maami hi rahti thi mama ki shaadi abhi hui thi. Us din mummy maami aur mama ke saath shahar gayi thi aur mai, papa aur nanaji hi sirf gharpe the. Tabhi mere dimag me ek idea aya aur mene papa se khetome jane ke liye jid kardi jabtak papa ne ha nahi kahi tabtak me maani nahi.Mama ka khet bohat bada tha aur nadi ke najdik bhi tha. Khetome ganna lagaya tha. Ganne bohat bade bade ho gaye the..