Ennai paarthathum nindraan akka epadi irukareergal endru ketan? Avan mask aninthu irunthathaal enaku sariyaaga avan mugam theriya vilai. Naan yaar end...u paarthen appozhuthu avan mask kayati mugathai kanbithaan.Enaku avanai paarthathum santhosham thanga mudiya vilai, puthu veetil yaarume ilai nan matum thaan irunthen. Naan udane avanai madaki pidithu puthu veedai nee parkave ilaiya endru ketu avanai en veetirkul azhaithu sendren. Nasar veetirkul vanthu paarthu veedu ungalai polave azhagaga. He traces the lines of my face with his finger, traces the path of his fingers with his kiss. My breath comes in gasps, I whisper his name. Putting his hands firm on my back, he smiles. His hands, moving leisurely, down, up, around. His hands, how many times have I begged to have those hands on me, I want to beg now, beg for more, beg for anything he is willing to give. His lips caress my skin, his mouth explores my body. My hands reach up to tangle in his hair, guiding his head to the places. It was her daughter. I had not underdressed so I stood up and walked over to the futon and set down. She grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around herself and went to open the door. I will refer to the daughter as CB (cock blocker). She stood in the door and said, “I see your blinds are shut, so I know ___ is here.” She then looked at me and gave me the middle finger. Lol.. Yes, she wants to be my bitch too. Lol.. She then pushed the door open and came in snapping at her mom that her. Her figure is almostboyish, and her short dark hair is not helping.It took me a while to recognize what it is, what is turning me on somuch. I saw her running up the stairs; she is dressed as a teenager.She is not even trying to smile or look playful. She is not faking it;she is for real. And I know she hates me, she hates every minute wespend together. But she also got no choice but to obey and please me."You are late," I said, and I think I saw a glimpse of hate before sheturned her eyes.