‘Devkumar…Devkumar…Devkumar.’ He emerged from nowhere. Rumors spread around the world that he was the Son of God spirited down from a mountain...op. Everyone wanted to see him, hear him, and touch him. Other than his name, Devkumar, and the hypnotic trance that he held over all who stood before him, no one knew anything about him. Someone lifted his fingerprints from a glass and sent it to the FBI for analysis. There was no record of him. He didn’t exist, no birth certificate, no driver’s. . "You enjoyed me last night, you said, you love that way, how I please me…?” My sweety is a little unsure… “Oh, it was great, darling” I whisper in her ear. “At that time I started to feel my body more, I researched it... I've always stroked myself, but now I discovered that I can give myself pleasure, a lot of pleasure, petted myself… in the evening before asleep, sometimes in the morning or during the day, when had some break alone... my fingers walked down toward this small slit, discovered. It’s not a pounding orgasm, those are very intense but quick, it’s more like a long steady orgasm, just what a slut needs after a pounding.When Mikey rolled off everybody knew I was dead for a while. I smiled seeing Tyronne was still making phone calls, I closed my eyes relieved that my party was going to be epic.My eyes were only closed for a moment, I smiled when I saw Nathan receiving a blow job from Susie, one of the only whore’s that can fit the head of his cock in her mouth. Nathan smiled. Garrett would clean up while I did some small piece of housework so the rest of it would be more manageable on the weekend.Success comes at a price and I often had to bring work home to be prepared to hit the ground running the next day. On weekends, I had to clean the bathrooms, vacuum, do laundry, wash the floors, iron and I'm getting too depressed recalling all these things to finish the list.I tell you these things not to justify my behavior, but so you can understand the state of mind I.