Mein jese hi sidha hua mera lund puja ke saamne aagaya ekdum khada shakt.Ye dekh ke chaachi machla gai aur halki si siski bhari aur hasne lagi.Fir unh...ne mere cheast aur abdomen area me tel lagaya.Ab tow mera lund shorts ko faane wala tha.Puja bhi magan thi maalish me .Kyaa maja aaraha tha.Fir kuch time baad chaach ne kaha ki chal ab ho gaya ab tu mere legs daba.Aur hasne lagi .Mene fauran unko letaaya aur unka ghaghra upar kar diyaa. Chaachi sharma si gai aur boli jayada jaldi hai legs dabane. " I hadn't a clue what he was talking about until he turned the monitor round so that I could see what he was looking at.It was a video of me on our 'fucking machine'. For any readers that haven't read part 6 of my journal, the 'fucking machine' is a machine that Jon got someone to build in the back bedroom, or 'punishment' room at home. My hands are tied above my head and the machine raises then lowers me onto a dildo over and over again.About 8 months ago Jon bought a video camera and taped. I knelt down to wash his feet and legs and especially his wonderful cock and his balls. I wasn't exactly sure how to do this, but after the water had rinsed him off, I tentatively kissed his penis at the tip, while I was holding it with my hand. I knew what I had to do, but once again, I was nervous. I tried putting a little bit in my mouth. Paul moaned and, well, I didn't die. I pushed my face down over it more and started bobbing my head so it went in and out of my mouth. It was Paul that was. Her face still had a grayish cast to it but it was her eyes that made her cringe inwardly. They were bloodshot, her lids puffy and a garish mix of pink and sienna. Was the woman with the vacant, haggard expression the same one who’d stood here yesterday morning? The one who’d taken an extra ten minutes getting ready for work because she had a lunch date with the man in her life? Ana splashed her face with her good hand, hating that she’d turned into a weeping fool before going to sleep. She was.