Fir mujhse aur raha nhi gaya aur maine usse uthake bed pe patak diya aur uske upar chad gaya missionary position me aur usne mujhse kaha ke “pichle ...o saal se chudi nhi hu thoda aaram se karna” ye sunte hi maine apna lund ek hi jhatke me uske chut me daal diya aur wo dard k maare chillane lagi aur mujhe hatane ki koshish karne lagi aur mere pith me nakhun marne lagi.Mai lund ghusa k thodi der tak shant raha jab tak uski taklif kam nhi hui aur wo bas “madharchod behenchod randi ka bacha bhadwe. That Saturday came, Raji and I drove to raj’s house located at tharmbaram. The hour drive went unnoticed due to the heart bounding excitement.We reached the 2 bedroom apartment, tastefully decorated in a very quiet location. A 4 storey apartment with only 4 units. Only one unit per floor and that was so convincing. We were greeted with Shanti and Raj. Shanti appeared much gorgeous than in the photo. With a welcome drink, we chatted for a short moment. Shanthi became very friendly with Raji and. The letter explained that the law firm had been retained by a small, independent museum to find and return the accompanying diary to the nearest living heir of the doner. According to the note, the museum found the contents of the journal inappropriate for either display or academic study.The letter ended with a brief but firm postscript that the museum in question wanted to avoid any notoriety that might come with the publication of this journal. Furthermore, with their delivery of the package. I fell forward and screamed into my gag as the muscles in my shoulders protested and my brand was stretched. Whoever had me in their mouth gave me a hard bite, adding to the pain before spitting me out. I cried out and raged, but the only visible exhibition of this was my quiet shaking.I imagined a crowd of Amazons surrounding me, jeering at me, laughing at my helplessness.* * *Forever passed like that, with the frequency of my violations slowing down as the night wore on. Each act gave.