He can’t stand punishing me. I beg for it all the time but he only gives in a couple of times a year. I need it a lot more often than that…like ev...ry day. I had to promise to never ask him again if he would do it in front of you. He couldn’t wait to get it over with. That’s why he rushed through it like that.”She let that sink in and then she asked, “Will you punish me please. I can’t get off without it. I’ve tried! Masturbating just doesn’t do it for me. I blame my father for that.”I asked,. I was waiting for that moment.One day I asked him if he had any gf…he blushed and said no..I said. “U must be lying. You are so handsome..how come..”He told” no maasi…I don’t like all these silly girls…they r so stupid and immature.”Now he was looking at me from top to bottom and staring at my boobs. I asked “what type of girls u like then”He told, “I like matured girls…who have understanding and r not stupid…but problem is that all such girls r married”I asked, “Did u like someone”He said”. Doug knew that, eventually, they would exceed the capacity of this pool and would have to start pumping water from the river that ran below their dwelling place. However, that was probably years away, so he had time for other improvements before he had to tackle that chore.The other thing he wanted was toilet paper, but that was almost impossible to come up with, so Doug took a different tack. He again borrowed from the Romans; they had used a sponge on a stick in place of toilet paper. There. ‘This makes three that have been left inside the complex,’ Carrie said out loud to herself, her mind immediately going back to Brian. He was the only one that she could think of that made any kind of sense. Carrie pulled the latest rose off her door and quickly unlocked it before going inside. Her gaze was drawn to the single rose that sat in a vase on her table. Walking over, she plucked the rose out of the vase, bringing it to her nose to inhale the sweet fragrance before placing it to join.