We showed him a picture of the space we had available."This is a basement you said?" he asked. When I nodded yes, he asked if I had the dimensions of ...he basement's entry. I had to confess that I didn't, but that it seemed to be a normal door and a straight stairway with no turns."Did the stairs seem narrow or steep?" he asked. I thought they seemed 'normal', and told him so.From there it was a series of questions about what kind of equipment I wanted. I knew from the internal conversations. ...''he pull my cloth off until i was in the cute panty on the floor looking at him undresshis 9inch poping out i look at him call me a sissy who love cockspushing his cock on my face until he got it inside''there you go suck me sissy boy, i wont tell my son ive used his sissy ''he was strong and holding my head up for him to fucki gagged and look at him sliding in my mouthhe had way too much fun in my young mouth , making me suck his bbc he got out and i try to crawl away from him wanting to. Subah 6 baje meri aankh khuli to main mousi ki mast bhari jawaani dekh raha tha.main bathroom gaya aur wapas aakar main mousi ki taange faila kar apna lund mousi ki chut ke upar rakhkar ek jordar dhakka maara jisse mera poora lund mousi ki chut mein chala gaya aur mousi is dhakke se jaag gayi.mousi ne mujhe apne upar dekha to kehne lagi ki dil nahi bhara kya kal raat ki chudai karke. Maine kaha mousi tum ho hi itni mast maal ki dil hi nahi bharta tumhari chudai karke.mujhe maloom tha ki mousaji. Accompanied by peevish cicadas, I toiled in the furnace heat as rivulets of sweat ran off my face. Navigating the rocky tributary, it gave me comfort; this shallow ravine was passable only by the determined and solely on foot. The thirty-pound rucksack symbolised my defiance, I intended to make this a long stay. Driven by the need for freedom, its promise fuelled my tired legs. Solace amidst the crashing waves and the caress of the breeze for company, alone with my thoughts, no pretence, no.