He was in heaven. ELEVENShraddha was feeling a very strange mix of emotions course through her veins as she stared at Karan sitting opposite her. He h...d a black eye and a scar on his nose. On one hand, his previously attractive, symmetrical face now looked crooked and ugly. It repulsed her. On the other hand, it aroused her. It was so masculine, so rugged. It reminded her of the night her brother had walked in on them. She was on her knees, Karan’s hot cum on her face. She had scampered to the. It felt a padlock click shut on the collar of the hood. Master still had the keys, but as far as it was concerned he could have thrown them away. Its hands were locked in a reverse prayer in a bondage glove, padlocked as well. It must have been years since it was last allowed to use its arms. If it was released now its arms would be as useless as the whole lowly existence of it. It was owned by Master by its own wish; actually it approached Master and begged to be owned. He made it bear no. I know to you being this way feels wrong. It was never meant foryou. It was something a bunch of sick people forced on you. You are myson and I love you, even if you look like my daughter now. If you wantedthis chance, I would accept it. I know you don't. We will adapt if youare stuck. You will still be my son even if I have to call you somethingelse. One thing that will never change is my love. I will always loveyou, my son." I pulled him in tight.I took my son to the hospital and we waited. It would never be a symphony, but it was a soundtrack and the more I painted, the livelier my vocal presentation became. Without words, I was letting go of my emotions—putting my night with Kate on canvas.What was it that brought us to tears as we climaxed together last night? What had made Kate so frantic in her love-making that she exhausted three lovers before she reached me and had yet to reach her own fulfillment? I needed to increase my vocabulary in order to title this painting. I didn’t.