This was unprecedented and asituation my 27 years of malehood had not prepared me for. I nearlyjumped out of my skin when the door out to the corridor...creaked alittle. I heard voices outside, men's voices. Somebody was coming in andI did not want to get caught at the urinal groping deeper and deeperinto my trousers with some other toilet user watching. I beat a hastyretreat into one of the stalls and locked myself in.I took a deep breath, stood perfectly still and heard footsteps acrossthe. My master took a wet towel, and wiped my face clean. I was so happy. I was so ashamed. I should be servinghis needs, but he is serving me!He lifted me up, and placed me in the tub. He ran warm water in, and pouredsome bubble bath. I was so happy. I cried in shame. I promised to serve him no matter what, and I am failing so miserably! I sobbed and sobbed."Shhhhhhh, sweet one.", he said in his commanding, smooth voice, "You arenot well today. You tried your best to please me, but it just could. Fir maine dheere se uske shut ke gale se apna haath uske boobs par ghusa dia wo under bra pahne hui thi ab mai bra ke upar se usko boobs daba rha tha achanak usne meri taraf pith kar di maine uski bra ko pichhe se khol diya phir mai uske pet ko sahlane laga or usne fir se ghumke meri side mooh kar liya to main uski bra ko hata ke uske boobs ko dabane lga wo bhi saans tej le rahi thi mujhe aahsas ho gaya ki wo jag gayi h but wo soyi thi phir mai apna ek hanth dheere se uske pet se hota hua uske. There was nothing that we could not explore, as long as we explored it together. After every session I always came away with a feeling of exhilaration, and a deeper understanding. The decision to separate was mine, and mine alone. It was an extremely hard decision, taken for entirely selfish reasons, when faced with a loss that I could not bear to contemplate – the loss of my children’s love and respect. In parting, I was not the least bit fair to her. I can still feel the pain that I caused.