“That was impressive,” she said running her hands over mine as I tried to let go of the bar. I looked straight up, under her T-shirt at her black ...ports bra as she leaned in.“Thanks,” I said. “I don’t do it for show, just like staying fit.”I got up and added ten pounds to each side.“Wow, you are going to do more?” asked Jill, brushing an errant strand of hair from her forehead.“Two more sets, add ten pounds each.”“I better hang around then,” said Jill.It was all I could do not to reach back and. He hooks his thumb into your pussy. He plays with you like this for what seems like forever all the time telling you how much likes the look you tied up. You feel the mattress shift, he is climbing onto the bed behind you.. He runs his finger tips down you back and then up to your breasts. He pinches and plays with your nipples. The nipple clamps are now put on. The weight pulls them down a bit. The pain and pleasure is mixed. He gives them a flick and your body shudders and your pussy. But if you look around, there’s nobody to see us, and if there was they wouldn’t be paying any attention.”“Still,” said Alan, “I can’t do anything here.”The older man looked around behind them. “What if we moved over there behind those boulders? Nobody would even know we were there.”Alan looked that way. His companion stood up and picked up his towel, then stuck out his hand offering to pull Alan to his feet. Alan got up and followed him to behind the boulders.They respread their towels side by. About two years back things started taking a new turn. My father started to come home very late from work.First, he used to come at 6 pm. But then he started coming not before 1-2 at night. I would eat but my mom would be waiting for him. But he still continued to come late. Many times, he used to be very drunk and come home and vomit on the bed. If mom asked him anything he would call her a ‘rand’ and a ‘kutiya’ and tell her to mind her own business and look after the house. As all this.