Finally, each slaves ankles were stretched sideways to the next in line, the end two being pegged to the ground. The distance was calculated to make a...real stretch, which drove the post further up. And there they stayed all evening, undisturbed. Except for the frequent visits from men pissing in their mouths, of course. And the people who came to watch. So the years passed, the work was hard, the sun was hot, sometimes so hot we were given floppy wide brimmed hats (there is something. Age 21 from delhi and I an a regular reader of iss and many times I feel that most of the stories posted here have almost same story, but the story which I ll be sharing with u all is a real story of my life and is a true story.Coming to the story this all started when I was in class 12th I used to attend my coaching classes at alternate days one of my classmate, ankita used to come to class with her mother aarti she was a beautiful women I would say a gifted one wid assets that almost made. We're going to spend a few more minutes here, making it just a bit safer to work. Safer for me, anyway. You understand, that if it goes, you're in deep shit?" Yes, sir." First thing, I'm going to ask if you can turn your face away from the window." I can, yes." You do that, then I'm going to be getting this window out of the way. We'll give you a little drink, then I'll start to work."I turned my face, heard some faint noises, then crunching sounds. He used, he told me later, suction devices. He was tall with broad shoulders, creamy smooth skin and piercing eyes. He must have seen me at the same time I saw him. He began walking toward me. As he got closer I sat my drink on the bar as he stopped right in front of me and smiled. “How you doing?” he leaned down and whispered in my ear. I let my eyes roam slowly up and down his body. His trim waist, his strong arms, and his long legs. I licked my lips and leaned into him, letting my lips just barely touch his ear and said, “Better.” .