It was a relief to hear my Master's voice piercing the darkness. "Hey,baby. Daddy has something for you to take care of. Do it real nicelike, and y...u'll get a nice reward. Fuck it up, and you'll get fuckedup. Got it? Don't say anything. Just do."This is cool! My Master made me a glory hole so he can treat me like acraigslist whore or something. He sure made me feel the part from hisearlier talks, and now he's pretending to be a John for me to service. Iwonder what my reward will. Wo bathroom me gai or black colour ki naighty paheke aai.Kya maal dikh rahi thi .. Maan kar raha tha ki abhi uski nighty phad k uspe chad jau..Sapna: ab pahele me tumhare kapde utharungi. Fir tum mere…Maine kaha thik he.. Wo dhire dhire mere kapde utarne lagi… or mere sarir pe hath faira ne lagi… mera 1st time tha so itne hi mera pani nikal gaya.Wo hase lagi.. Fir me wash room me jake apne ko saf kiya or wapas thodi der baar usne kaha ki ab tum mere kapde utaro.Maine bhi dhiri dhire uski night. “Don’t be so shy. I’d like to read them,” he said.I did not answer and hoped like hell he would forget the subject, but he persevered. “I must tell you about a site I really like. About ten days ago I read a really good story entitled: Salad Dressing, by an author named FJB. The site is called Gaydemon, maybe you’ve heard of it?” he questioned.Forlorn and resembling a bright red tomato, I looked at Jarrod apologetically before he began to laugh.“You write very well Francis,” he said, with an. There was no denying the more they spoke, the closer they became in mind, if not in body. Then, on a rainy afternoon, it became too much. The rain had started again, on a Friday afternoon. As he again was naked on his bed, cock hard and straining against his hand, that he broke. After a long shower, he packed a bag, and boarded a plane to a place he swore to which he’d never return. On his way out, he called her, her voice filling with desire as he told her he’d be there soon, that enough was.