"It's most likely some sort of infestation ... rats probably." He rationalized, more than slightly unnerved. He'd buy some rat poison and lay down som... traps. There – all taken care of.Of course it wasn't really.Over the coming weeks he'd heard the whisper from down the drain at random times, but with a noticeable increase in frequency. After a month it had become audible through the kitchen sink, even though it clearly hadn't increased in volume. After several more weeks, there wasn't a drain. I start to get hungry and the guys are starting to look agitated.Finally the deep fryer dings and opens up, lifting up Steph's cooked body. Once again, I'm in charge of serving her, and have some for myself. After dinner, I sleep my last night in the dimly lit room. I think they may have forgotten to lock it, but I can't escape now. I'm just meat, nothing more. Tomorrow's the big day when I get cooked up. I wouldn't want to miss that by escaping! I masturbate the same way as I did the. The incidents I am going to narrate are true facts which happened from last 15 years. This is not a hardcore sex story.It is more of a slow romantic story.so please excuse me if you don’t like it. Also please don’t forget to give your encouraging feedback to [santubng2 at gmail dot com]. I try to recall the moments happened between me and my Sandhya and recent encounters with her.Sorry if I am boring you. Coming to the story, my parents were working in Govt Company and I was studying 12th std.. ” I was lying. I didn’t give a half a fat fuck if he saw my face or not. I couldn’t give a hot damn if someone looked me dead in the eye while I spilled my guts about my fetishes and fantasies. I just thought it was a turn-on to be in a confessional with a man who took an oath of abstinence and telling him incredibly nasty things. He conceded and let me go on with my fake confession. “Father, I’ve been a very naughty girl.” I paused, giving him time to gather his senses. “Father, I . . ..