... the tingles it gave me made my other hand pinch my nipples too. I would then start to feel funny inside like I needed to pee so Id stop and go to ...he toilet. I used to get scared I had broken my pussy so I would pee to make sure it still worked. I would look at myself as I did and notice the start was a clear and stringy liquid. I would do this every night and although I felt there was something more or a higher plane to reach every time my pussy felt like I needed to pee I stopped and went. My story is mixture of fantasy and built around my various experiences. Janu upar chath per shed kay nichay betah kitaab parh rahah thah. Bahir baarish ho rahih thi. Janu music bi sun rahah thah. Sonu upar chath per aathi hai. Usnay malmal ki kurti kay illawa kuch nahin pehnah huwa thah.Sonu heijaan amaize music laghati hai. Aik kursi baarish mein rakhti hai. Janu kay saarey kaparay uthar ker usay kursi per betah deti hai aor janu kay haath kursi kay pechay bandh deti hai. Sonu ki kurti. We have a few drinks and as the evening progresses, you flirt and laugh at my jokes as I endeavor to capture your fascination. As I’d hoped, you agree when I suggest we ‘get to know each other better’. Having already discovered that we both love to read, garden, watch movies, including porn, and like to be nude around trusted people, I follow you home. We put on Nine and a Half Weeks, munch on strawberries after dipping them in chocolate and sip candle-warmed Cognac from snifters. You excuse. "The Ass Sergeant, we don't want him shitting Semtex everywhere do we?" No sir, I mean yes sir" Andrews said as he took a needle and thread from my tool box and started to stitch Abdul's ass hole shut."Gives a new slant on stitching someone up," Andrews muttered."Look I'm the comedian," I insisted, with what I hoped was a disarming grin.The dismount was quite straightforward, first we lashed Abdul's wrists and ankles with cord so we could take the Handcuffs off and then on my signal Andrews.