Maybe my crave for cock out burned the sinful feeling of wanting my brother to take my body and make it his to do whatever he pleased. I think it was,...because now I could picture him. I closed my eyes and pretended that Stranger Jace was now Brother Jace. I imagined my baby brother claiming my ass as his. “Say that I’m yours. Yours to use.” I found myself begging. My voice soothed Jace, making him moan at the sound of me begging to be objectified. “You’re my slut. This ass of yours is mine.” He. ?Not in my heart. I’ve never been naked in public before and I don’t like doing it now. If I had a choice, I’d be happy to keep my clothes on.??You have a choice???A Hobson’s choice. If I don’t complete my performance then I’ve stopped being an artist. I can’t do that.??Didn’t you design this so-called performance???I did.??Then you had a choice. You chose to create a performance that required that you strip. You could have designed some other performance.??I didn’t begin with the idea of. I entered and got stunned. A beautiful woman was standing there in a maroon colour silk saree. Her body was glittering with diamonds in her jewels. She arranged a single pleat of her hair and kept jasmine flowers. Her body spray intoxicated me. The naughty smile on her lips forced me to go near her and hold her. But she stopped me. She asked me. “Honey, Am I ok?” I looked at her eyes and said, “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met in my life. Come on let us get married and enjoy.. A world driven by their own private energy, the lust for life and truth and beauty and sensual and unusual pleasures. They had reached the end of the alley. Suzy's hand was released and the girl pulled at a wooden slat and they scrambled through the gap into a small area of scrubland. "Come Suzy". Said Dika "How do you know my name?" Suzy asked. Dika laughed then she pointed meaningfully to the other girl. "She is Mala. Good girl. Very good with her hands... " and Dika laughed again. It seemed.