Ahh.ouuch ohh.ahh.ah. Korta korte guder ros khosalo, som o khinik bade ros chare dilo. Minu som ke joria dhore bollo kano tumi age a rokom parchile na... Som bollo janina kano amon hocchilo? Tumi aag ke jadu korle. Minu mone mone bhablo jadu to korecha kaki. Aroti bhor bala bathroom jate jate ai sob sune simar kacha gia take dake tole. Du bar ros khosia sima klanto sorire ki holo gigges kore? Aroti simake bole jamai ki kore thik holo? Sima aroti ke sob bole, se bole ami joto tuku bujhachi minur. "Is it going to hurt?" I asked.He stood up and stretched, "Oh, well, it's like hearing the truth; it only hurts the first time and then you're a better man for having heard it, aren't you?"I wasn't sure what that meant, but in the rush of my new-found drive and enthusiasm for life, I was game for any new insight my eccentric Uncle Mike might impart.In a split-second, he reached out and grabbed me by the hair, spun me around and bent my right arm -- painfully -- high up against my back."What --. I’ve got to quit.” Everyone, except Megan, seemed a little relieved not having to go through that again. I got out of the pool and, while drying myself off and rotating my “sore” back, I walked back into the house to shower and change.Marty found me hard at work in my office when she got home from work. I did go to check on the kids periodically, but for the most part, I remained out of sight. They had come in, showered and changed, and were taking a nap. I had almost finished my project. Its so erotic knowing that I am such a slut, that underneath my dirty grungy work clothes is a sexy soft girly sissy begging to be abused by cocks. mmmm. Spending all day at work turned on, coming home to check my emails and see if I will have any luck finding a play partner, only to be dissapointed by flakes and wierdo's with no imagination. I decided to run out for some lube, and maybe a new set of lingerie, and of course cruise the local bookstore while Im there. I walked in and shopped.