Sonu : Ok then teach me everything.Me : I don’t know if that will be right, Sonu. You are my SIL.Sonu : I know Jiju. But you are the only one I can ...rust. Please Jiju.Me : Ok. But we can do it within a limit.Sonu : Ok Jiju.With that, she came closer to me. We were whispering in each others’ ears. It was really difficult for both of us to control our emotions.Me : Let me ask you a few questions so that I know what to teach.Sonu : Ok.Me : Have you ever seen a boy naked?Sonu : Yes Jiju, but only. She had told me that her previous slave had offered her money to stop the torture, but she told me that she did not want his money, she wanted his suffering, he kept his money and received only agony. Madame Celeste is proud of the fact that she never stops a torture early … not for mercy and certainly not for money. An audience with Madame Celeste, therefore, is an authentic, one-way ticket into real torture, and real suffering. There are, of course, no code-words (safewords). Nothing you. Then another. Color seemed to drain back into her face."I masturbate," she blurted out. "I masturbate almost every day... sometimes twice a day. Is that what you wanted to know? Well... now you know."It was my turn to look astonished. I was stunned by her honesty, even more stunned by her answer. I would never have guessed she was some kind of closet slut... not in a million years."Damn Barb, you must be one horny women. I like that. I've been that way for the last month myself." You've got to. “ Barb asked, “ so what do you want to do about Roland? “ I replied, “ I’ll say it again, it’s totally up to you. But I’ll tell you something, I’d bet a dollar that if we meet him he’d jack-off and then he’d want to screw you, how’d you like that? “ “ Well him screwing me is not going to happen, maybe I’d help him get his rocks off with a hand job but that’s it. Just for the hell of it what if he did want to screw me, what would be your thoughts on that? “ I said, “ Look Barb, I don’t.