If you continue to read, you will have to accept the experiences I was forcedto record at face value. I give no explanations or justification for what...mylife has become. My journals relate what was done to me over ten weeks of mytraining as a slave to Sir, my master. I was instructed to keep a hand writtenrecord of my training and to include the feelings and emotions that my ordealsaroused in me. I hated writing about what I was enduring at first but as theweeks passed my time with pen and. Reaching the door—frame, Rob reached around the corner, brushing against the switch. The light of the little room revealed a single twin bed and nightstand; next to the lamp sat a small tube and a box of condoms. Rob looked at Anthony, seeing with full admiration his unfiltered, glistening body. Each muscle and curve flowed together, speaking of prime masculinity, like a Greek statue waiting to be polished. Anthony stared back with longing in his eyes, his cock erect and dripping from the. She wanted to get over with his 12 strokes as quickly as possible and wait for a chance to get some real fucking from Uncle Hameed later in the day – if possible.Narendra had by now removed her shalwar. She tried to get up to remove her shirt, but Narendra pushed her back on the bed. You just stay there, he said as he tore off her cotton shirt from the middle with one mighty jolt, and removed her bra, exposing her white, milky breasts in their full glory.She was spread on the bed naked --- her. I watched as she teased the big head kissing it gently and sucking at the head. Jeremy moaned as he wanted to feel her lips around him and sucking deeply on his hardness. She was slowly working his cock with her hand and sucking up and down making him moan over and over. She got him close then back off making his cock harder for her wet pussy.Jeremy grabbed her hair and pulled his dick out of her wet mouth, telling her to lay back because he wanted to be inside of her right now… She needed no.