“Remember to smile. Play with your tits and nipples and finger yourself. They want to see how much you enjoy the massive plug in your ass”.I was...ready to cry out and say no, but, what choice did I have? I was so fearful of the punishment he may inflict upon me.“The gentlemen have requested no lube. They want to see you scream, moan and cry like the a****l you are. You may wet your fingers and use that to moisten your fabulous, tight sweet hole”.I could see from the mirror that my visitors. " I couldn't just randomly walk into a bar, then walk out with a Testicular Drainage System (otherwise known as a woman) for the night.As the days turned into weeks, my frustration grew. I was having difficulty getting to sleep at night. It was only when my insomnia started causing me to miss work that my 13-year-old daughter Ashley, God Bless Her, intervened.It was a Sunday night (or Monday morning, if you want to look at it that way), shortly after midnight. I was tossing and turning, my cock. Usne mujhe hair removing cream di aur boli ke laga isay. Maine cream uski poori choot pe laga di aur usne fir mere saare kapde utaar diye. Ab hum dono poori tarah nange the. Usne mujhe sofa pe bithaya aur lund ko chusne lagi.Usne mere lund ki khaal neeche karke boli, “Tra to ek dum naya jaisa hai to mooth vooth nahi marta kya?” Main bola ke, “Ek baar choot mari hai apni GF ki. Mooth bohut kam maarta hun.”Woh poore maze leke lund ko choos rahi thi. Thodi der baad maine usse kaha ke main jhadne. Shoving the thought to the back of her mind she stepped up to the sink and spun on the hot tap. Then she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror above the basin and gasped. Her hair was matted flat to her scalp, her pale blue eyes a stark contrast to her mud-splattered cheeks. She plunged her sore hands beneath the stream of water, only to note with shock that the water itself was coppery brown. ‘Oh no,’ she muttered unhappily, making the connection. No electricity meant no immersion.