” I grab his wrist and try to pull his hand out of my pants. But it’s like trying to pull the sword in the stone. He doesn't budge.“Oh, I don’... think so. I think you want more than a blow.”“No, I don’t, Freddy.” I try harder to remove myself from the trap he’s made with his body and the wall to no avail.“Yes, you do.”In one swift motion, his lower hand leaves my pants and is then firmly entangled in my hair. He pulls me away from the wall, now in complete control of my movements. He spins me. After dinner, Master had said he wanted to give me a refresher on how to follow directions. I was delighted at the news. Master’s lessons, while sometimes painful, always made me feel closer to him. When he told me to get the car keys, I felt a little nervous. I handed them to him and he told me to smile. Then he told me to get the plug, the lube and the hairbrush. I brought these to him and told me to bend over and touch my toes. As my skirt rode up my thighs, I anticipated the sting of the. നീ ഒരു പെണ്ണിനെ പോലെ അല്ലെ ഇരിക്കുന്നത്” എന്ന് പറഞ്ഞു .അതെ ശരിയായിരുന്നു .ഞാന് ഒരു പെണ്ണിനെ പോലെ ആണ് ഇരിക്കുന്നത് .നല്ല തടിച്ച കുണ്ടി .എന്നാല് അത്ര തടിയില്ലാത്ത ശരീരം .ചുവന്ന ചുണ്ടുകള് .മീശ കിളിര്തിട്ടില്ല .ഞാന് മെല്ലെ നാണത്തോടെ ചിരിച്ചു. അവന്റെ ഒരു നാണം എന്നും പറഞ്ഞു അയാള് എന്നെ കവിളില് നുള്ളി .അപ്പോഴേക്കും സമയം ഏതാണ്ട് പത്തര ആയിരുന്നു . ഇപ്പൊ നടന്നാല് ഗംഗയില് എത്തും.എങ്ങോട്ടാ എന്ന് ചോദിച്ചു .ഞാന് നിഷേടാര്ത്ഥത്തില് തലയാട്ടി .പോട്ടെ എന്നും പറഞ്ഞു നടന്നു.അയാള് എന്റെ പിന്നാലെ വന്നു .ഞാന്. I went into the stall, closed and bolted the door and faced him. He was a couple of inches shorter than me and slightly heavier built, with a thatch of black hair on his chest. "Looking good, my man," I breathed, taking hold of his meat and wanking him. His cock was a beauty, thick and pulsing in my hand. He began stroking my tool and rubbing my bollocks as our mouths met in a kiss, tongues dancing together, a strong smell of suntan lotion coming off him. Jesus, it felt good.He lifted his face.