"I guess you have three choices," I heard Shasta saying to me. "You can bring up and choke to death or you can die a painless death in the oven. You w...ll pass out from the heat long before it eats your flesh. Or you can hold out for a miracle from the Gods. You can hope that they will spare your life. The choice is yours."I wondered why she thinks I would choke to death if I brought up. All I would do is made one hell of a mess," I thought defiantly.The answer came to me a few moments later as. He was totally hooked and started believing that he could fuck Nayana soon if he plans to come to Kolkata soon. Then Nayana popped the magic question “ Can you fuck me in front of my boyfriend because he is going to be there?” The guy simply passed out and he fell flat on his face. Just one moment he was thinking that he could hump Nayana and the next moment he realized that the boyfriend is going to be there and how can he fuck her then.It took me (Nayana) a long time to convince him that he. "Oh yeah" he approved. He fucked me like a pile driver til my knees got weak. Andrew could see my legs wobble a bit I think. He lowered me to the carpet again and took me from behind. I thought about asking him to flip me on my back and put my knees over his shoulders, but decided I was content to let him masterfully guide our session. He told me to play with my clittie while he fucked me, so I started to stroke it. I felt electric all over, though I never got hard, there were a lot of times. I couldn’t wake up. There was the fright wig mother gave me with its polyester hair sticking out in clownish curls.“Hey Bozo!” my one-time friends yelled. “Hey Bozo!” “Wake up, Baldy!” “Freak!” “Tranny!”I woke up. My heart was racing and sweat poured off me. I was in a flat-out panic. I wanted to run. I was crying. Panting. I was trapped in the sheets and couldn’t get free. When I finally found my voice, I screamed.“Daddy!”That broke it. With the word came lucidity. Daddy was dead. Mom was.