He looked directly at her. I want you to break my bones. I want my body to be spent and lifeless underneath you. She exhaled slowly. I want to suffer ...or you, I want to die for you. I have met my match, my one true master. I want no other master. He loved to have his ego stroked. He felt his cock twitch whilst he pondered her question. Will you do it? Will you crush me? she questioned again. But youre not into pain he said. She sighed. Its not about pain. Its about the sweet release of death at. No idea if they are alive or dead, if the loved or hated you or if you were even meant to happen.At the orphanage you are treated badly by the Matron. less food, all the chores and slept in a dusty broom closet. No family wanted to adopt you due to your age of 13, to old for adoption (shit rule) and to young to move out; you had to work and gain money the hard way.You did jobs around the neighbourhood and gained money which was later stolen by some street kids that jumped you. You tried. Padh kar masst maja aaya to control nahi hua." I said, "is liye aaj shaam se hi tere kapde utar gaye the, kyu?" "Haan re! Bahut der se pussy me kuchh ho raha tha. Par ab control nahi hota. Chal theek hai, mai bathroom mei chali jaati hu yadi tujhe room mei baithna hai to, nahi to ek kaam kar, tu tera TV dekh aur gate band karte hue ja." She continued her reading and fingering with that. The mention of the story book awakened my curiosity cats and I said, "mujhe bhi padhne de na! Baad mei to mom. What am I talking about?Well, I had a job to do. My business partner would case out a place, usually posing as a salesman or a meter reader, and it was my job to go in and empty the joint. Easy! And it usually is, except for this one time. Now I don't carry a gun, but just a knife for cutting away cords, or jimmying stuck cabinets. So I always try to B&E while the occupants are not home. I was already in the house, a normal middle-class dwelling which was chosen for my exploits because of the.