Har chumban ke saath tumhari meri chuchiyon pe pakad aur gehrati gayi. Main dard aur vasna mein dubi siskariyan lene lagi. Fir maine apne hatho se apn... stan daba ke tumhara muh beech mein hi phansa liya. Aur tumhare chhuan ke har ehsaas ka anand lene lagi.Jante ho? Abhi bhi unn palo ko yaad karke main apni chuchiyon ko zor se pakade laeti hu aur apne jism ko tumhare jald wapas aane ki santawana de rahi hu. Abhi tak to tumhe bhi woh raat yaad aa hi gayi hogi. Nahi? Toh chalo aage ki kahani yaad. I am grateful that my neighbours are engrossed in discussing the merits of the entree and thus I avoid any more participation than an occasional smile and nod of the head. Again I look down the length of the table, even though I know it was a vain hope. I feel someone touch my feet and I silently berated the oaf who is to my side. He does not appear unduly perturbed. I look back at the plate, placed before me and toy idly with the entree. Again I feel my foot being brushed. I frown in. I was a "good boy" and didn't hint at all. A week went by, then two, then . . .On a Saturday night two months later, Maxine came into our room, and tossed me the key to open up the cock lock. True to my word, I hadn't nagged her or even hinted for any relief. The sexual tension had built up in me fiercely so at the beginning, everything got me excited, but the pain when I got an erection quickly forced me to think myself soft.A few times she had me finger her to orgasm, and the cage was very. But I'm told you're an intelligent young man, so this shouldn't take long." He reached into the inside pocket of his suit jacket and withdrew an envelope. He held it gently for a moment, then passed it to me. I opened it, and inside was a folded document."That," the man said, "is a copy of Stacey's birth certificate. If you look closely, you'll see that the pretty young thing you were so recently inside is fourteen years old." He held up a hand. "I apologise for the deception, but you, Mr..