Reaching home mom slapped vijay for his mistake.when dad came he also started shouting at vijay.i tried to take his side, first dad then mom both slap...ed me too.they used to treat us like slaves.we were supposed to do whatever they want us to do. That night we both were very angry. Vijay told me that he was running away from home. I told him that he should not run. He told that he could not bear it any more. I told him”now its there time to suffer and told him what i had in mind”.first he. I guided Stephanie’s hand to it. “It didn’t bother me, seeing you there, on your back, being fucked by one man after another.” Stephanie lightly stroked me, using just her fingertips. “The big question is, will what we did last night be enough for you?”“Yeah,” she said. “I’m sure it will. I’m sure we both would prefer younger people, but it’s having those different cocks inside me that gets me off. I like blowing them, too, but it’s the fucking that’s important.” I turned my chair so that. Her husband had not mentioned that she was Aussie during our previous e-mails. The pot was even sweeter now!We made small talk for a few minutes and as expected, the conversation turned sexual. After a while I told her to go find her husband and to give him a hand job while she talked to me. She went and found him but I couldn't really hear the conversation between the two. She came back on the phone and told me that he was busy (I suspect he wasn't able to get it up). I told her that we would. But an hour later, after yet further reprimands and psychological bitch slaps, I realized that she was still there, jabbering away, telling me how I shouldn’t be jacking off so often, should be reading books rather, and ‘contributing to society’. Even though there was nothing I could have said to win over little miss perfect, and whatever I did was met with a subtle type of malice and scorn (you should live this way, you should wear these clothes, you should eat that food) and albeit that.