Mai uper apne kamre mai chala gaya kyo ki main mammy ko yeh jatana nahi chahta tha ki maine use kuchh karte huy dekh liya hai . Phir shayd rohit uncle...chale gay mai takriban 5 baje neeche aaya .. To mammy bed room mai baithi koi tv program dekh rahi thi maine mammy se kaha ki mujhe bhuk lagi hai kuchh khane ko hai …. Yeh sun ke voh chaunki nahi boli tu uper kabse tha . Maine kaha mai jaldi ghar aa gaya tha kisi ne darwaza nahi khola to mai diwar pe chad kea a gaya tha aur uper so raha tha …... My tongue enters you, pushing open your lips, making you whimper and squirm. You raise one of your hands to your mouth, biting down on your thumb to stop your cries as my tongue rubs the walls of your sex, tightly grapping the remaining arm rest with the other hand. My tongue wriggles inside you like a plump eel or a tiny wet cock, lapping up your juices as they begin to flow out of your body, and into my curly beard. Somehow my knowing tongue finds all of those sensitive parts of your body,. Where to find a decent French dictionary? No squash so went for a bike ride with Angie. I really will have to get fit. Have to keep up with R.R into High Table with guest. I ate in Hall. Funny to see R filing in with the rest of the fellows. I view him completely differently from the way I used to.Back to the library. Then home to finish the essay. Just a few things to look up tomorrow. Early to bed - well 10:30 - better than the last two nights.Thought I'd seen the last of R but he came. I know this will sound messed up but If I had a home in the suburbs or country with a basement or extra room/space. I would make a plan and if the opportunity came I would lure a female into my home and keep her as my sex slave. Her sole purpose from the day I have her in my possession will be purely for my sexual pleasure. She will be fed and kept alive only so I can have sex with her. My depression and social issues have left me with no choice. I’m sick of masturbation and paying for sex. As.