Athai kaalaiyil kolam poduvaal, appozhuthu naan en veetu motai maadiyil irunthu mulaiyai paarpen, adutha naal kaalaiyil motai madiyil irunthu athai mu...iayai paarthu kondu irunthen. Athai kolam poduvathu pondru porumaiyaaga naan mel irunthu paarkiren enbathu therinthu mulai pilavai kanbithu konndu irunthaal.Athai vayathu 38 irukum, aanal vayathu aangavargal pondru iruka matargal udambu parka ilamaiyaaga thaan irukum. Ilamaiyaana pengal polave pesi pazhaguvaargal, kalaiyil kan kola katchiyaaga. When I next awoke it was 10:15 and as my head cleared, I could hear a voice and a moaning sound coming from the adjacent bedroom. It didn’t sound like a painful moan it sounded pleasurable so I crept out of bed and across to the door to listen more closely. The moaning was getting louder and now a name was being called – my name! “Oh Richard .....mmm please....fuck me......let me suck your cock.....mmm yes oh god yes....”. I peered around the doorway and saw the door to the girl’s bedroom. Apparently, the head of the sex maiden had ear holes like a football helmet. At first she guessed the fabricators of the maiden wanted the prisoner to be able to hear them. After over an hour in the maiden, though, she realized the ear holes had a second purpose. The soft unstoppable ticking was a constant torment of its own. Each tick was reinforced with the soft transmission of the clockwork mechanism’s vibration up the metal rods to the phallus. She couldn’t help but focus on the ticking. I passed a couple of occupied rooms and reached Shaylas door. I hesitated for a moment, my heart pounding from a mix of taboo excitement, and the nervousness of being with Shayla again. I tapped lightly on the door. Who is it? the quiet murmur came from inside. Its Tom, I whispered back through the door. Come in, she replied quickly. I twisted the handle and pushed the door open and my jaw dropped at the sight before me. Shayla was lying across her bed, her head propped up on her hand. She was.