We’re used to it. I once heard a tape by Ram Dass, an American spiritual teacher, in which he told of seeing a newspaper article about an abused bab... being taken away from his mother. As a police matron tried to take the baby, he kept struggling to remain in his mother’s arms. Although his mother was the one who beat him, she was the one he knew. He was used to her. He wanted to remain in familiar territory.This story illustrates our relationship to our own egos. The ego is our pain, but it is. Aur meri saheli ka boyfriend tha. Mujhe bahut gussa aata tha ki meri saheli apne boyfriend ke sath ghumne ke liye jaati thi. Aur apne boyfriend ke sath hotel mein jakar chudwati thi.Mujhe bhi boyfriend banane ka man karta tha isliye main bhi kuch ladko ko dekh kar line dene lagi. Mujhe woh log bahut pahle se bhi line de rahe the. Main ek boyfriend bana li jo bahut smart tha. Hum dono log ki baaten hone lagi. Main apni saheli ko ye baat bata di ki main bhi ek boyfriend bana li hu. To meri saheli. The idea disgusted her. She’d always thought of her cunt as exclusively belonging to Birch, and that no matter what other indignities he wished her to suffer, he’d surely never want anyone else to violate it because it was his. Clearly, she was wrong. Mr. Smith inserted two fingers, then three. He pressed his thumb against her pussy lips, and squeezed the delicate flesh brutally. Inside her, she could feel his nails rake against the slippery softness of her cunt. Deep in misery, she made. Now it your turn to give me that pleasure too.. I was shocked and said… what do you mean…Veena… I mean now you learn how to lick and suck the woman’s hole and excite her to the limits of no return…I was dumbstruck.. Just kept on watching her.. She cleaned herself and also washed her pussy with water and asked me to follow her. She held my arm and took me tomy room. There she switched on all the lights in the room and sat on my bed. She held both of my hands and softly kissed me on my fore head….