I put in another finger and she is beginning to moan, so I tell Vicky to remove his hand from her mouth ,as she will not run away. Vicky is saying “...aali, ka main gand marta hoon” I am holding her hand and am putting other hand into her blouse and puling out her big boob, Vickyis getting impatient and he is just ripping open her blouse and both the boobs are falling out like ripe kharguz (melons) I bend down and suck her big nipple into my mouth ,which is sweet as honey, Vicky is kneeling ad. My cock is angry red, leaking and my balls acheand hurt for release. I’m now in constant pain. A constant reminder ofwhat is to come. The first week gets so bad we can’t keep our handsoff of ourselves. Going into week two, it’s too much to bear so Iimplement the only solution I can think of- I lock you in a chastitybelt and you lock me in a cage. Now we can’t masturbate and riskcumming. We keep each other’s key and are only allowed out of thedevices for your daily workout sessions.The day. Our house was in a Cul de Sac, an upper middle-class suburb, forty-five minutes outside Dallas. While it wasn't a mansion or anything spectacular, we did have a rather nice yard, which I was responsible for. And so I pulled the lawn mower out from under the back porch, ripped off my shirt, tossed it on the railing, threw on the ear muffs for the noise and began mowing under the scorching sun. Even though mowing the whole lawn only took about thirty minutes, I found my mind wandering as I. The image of that couple having sexual intercourse is seared in my brain cells forever. It has probably even burned a few of my brain cells out. I couldn't take my eyes off of that couple. My dad had to practically push me down the mountain. The impact of those events has made me do things to get those same type of thrills. Like, i'm a chronic masturbator in public places. I have a hole in my left pants pocket and i like to put my hand through the hole and play with my pussy. Sometimes i do it.