Ab uske liye bardast se bahar ho gaya tha. Woh jor se chillai, “Madarchod dalna, aise mat tadpa.”Fir maine achanak hi uspe hamla bol diya aur ek h... dhakke mein pura loda andar tak dal diya. Woh achank hua is hamle se cheekh padi. Fir maine loda bahar nikal diya fir vapas se aise hi jor jor ke dhakke marne laga. Har bar loda andar jane par woh pura anand le rahi thi.Ekdam madhoshi wali aavaje nikal rahi thi. Chodne vale ko bhi maja aajaye. Ab maine dhakko ki speed badhai. Uski dono pair ko apne. Pia's face was crimson as we dicussed her fathers attributes and when he entered the room, still proudly bearing his bulge, her face deepened in its shade of red.He wandered off into the back kitchen, followed dutifully by Pia, as all the girls sat down in the various seats around the room. I decided to follow Pia, stating to the rest 'I will go lend a hand' and walked in Pia's footsteps, down the corridor towards the kitchen.They were in an embrace as I caught-up to the slightly ajar door, Pia. I want you to stand up straight and face me, hands down at yoursides." Yes Ma'am," she answered, turning towards me and lowering her hands sothat her small, erect cocklette was on display, and I knew that in thatmoment waves of humiliation and shame were washing over her sissy mind.The emasculation of being forced to show her small, wholly inadequatecocklette and silently accepting the ridicule and derision of anyonewithin sight of her pathetic member is something a sissy both loves andfears. . A few more years,I think, and we may be able to solve our problems to our neighbors'satisfaction as well as our own.Since it seems that many false rumors have spread about the nature ofour curse and how it began, I think it right to begin by recountingthis history. I was born in Fleecedale, later called Quarantine Cove,in the two hundred and tenth year of our freedom. Having a great lovefor the handful of books to be found in our village, and having nodesire to be a herdsman all my life, I.