Bo bhi bade interest se mere sath bat kar rahe the. Kabhi kabhi ham phone par bhi bat ya phir msg kar le te the. Bo aur me ache dost ban gaye the.Dhir... dhire hamari bat badhne laga. Jab bo ghar me akel hoti to mujhe ghar me bula leti. Ham dhar sare bat karte the. Ek din subhe kuch kama ke karan me unhe bin bol unke ghar chala geya jab darwaja khola to najara kuch esa tha ki bo sirf towel me the aur unki bo bhig hui bal ahhhhhh. Bo towel se unke half boobs pure najar aa rahe the. Me unhe dekta. I had the night to myself and was going to take advantage of it. I laid down on the king-sized bed, slipping the towel off my body. All I could think about was how much I wanted to fuck him; to have him making me come over and over again, moaning his name. I closed my eyes for a second, imagining what it would be like to have him here right now… tasting me… feeling him fill me… hearing my name slip from his sexy lips. My heart raced just at the pure thought. He really was the most handsome,. Only a total asshole would’ve said no to a question like that. ‘That’s… very sweet of you,’ Clara said, trying to sound flattered. ‘But to answer your question: no, you can’t wish me free,’ she said as she layed down once more. ‘Tukanni made it a condition of the imprisonment spell that the lamp’s prisoner can’t be wished out of their enslavement…’ ‘Wow,’ Jeff responded, once again wrapping his arms around Clara. ‘She really wanted to make sure her sister would never be freed, didn’t she?’. " I corrected him."Don't talk unless I tell yo to, bitch!" He said gruffly clamping a strong hand on my small bicep. "Yo're a cunt bitch-boy is what you are. Ya know, I ain't no faggot like you are. The truth is I don't like you fucking faggots." He stuck his long pink tongue out and licked his full, thick, lips. "Ya're a damn girly looking faggot." He pulled me in front of him. He stuck his face down in my face and pulled a bottle from his pocket. It said Canadian Mist on the bottle. He turned.