I pull out my sketch book from my black backpack and pull out a pencil from my right pocket. I begin sketching anything that I feel like not really ca...ing if somebody sees them or not. “Okay class today we have a new student and I want you to treat him with respect!” She says happily. Oh yea we are supposed to be getting a new student today. I look up from my sketchbook to see who this person is. A boy my age stands there looking at the ground with black spikey hair that cover his eyes, peach. Uski age 21 thi vo kya kamal ki dikti thi bilkul pari uska fig 34-30-38 hoga uski moti moti gand dekhkar mohale ke sabhi ladkoKa lund salami dene lagta tha.mera aur uske ghar ke bich mein aek deewar thi uske chat par kapde dalne ke liye dor lagi thi jo aadhi mere chat par bhi aati thi vo us par roj aapne kapde sukne ke liye dalti thi un kapdo mein uski bra bhi rehti thi mere chat par do room hai jisme se aek mera hai or ak bath hai. To mein roj unski bra bathroom mein le jake uss par muth mar. I even adopted a female persona by the name of Mona. Not surprisingly, it was difficult to reconcile my interests in such things with my normal life. Those who knew me would have regarded me as an upright family man, respected in both my profession and at church. No one would have ever guessed that I harbored such a secret. It was as if I had developed a Jekyll and Hyde personality. To those around me, I was a straight-as-an-arrow family guy. But, when I dressed as Mona, I was a different. He said shut up bitch there is no use in crying as you will not be let go no matter how much you beg. You are here to pleasure us men and whoever else we chose you to pleasure. You will be fucked, you will be tortured, you will be bred, you will be milked, and you will humiliated. Your son will also be used, fucked, gaped, and he will also use you when we decide he is ready. Amanda's brown eyes grew wide and the tears and drool began to flow even more as the words fell from the man's lips..