‘You are in for a treat tonight,’ he said. ‘Michael invited you?’ I asked. ‘Baby, Michael invited everyone,’ he said. ‘Your master didn�...�t even bother making individual phone calls. I learned about tonight, because I saw his Craigslist post. It was in Arabic and gave the time and address for your giveaway. Prepare to be sore, because any number of strangers might show up.’ When the lads arrived, they had a comradery that forms whenever a band of fellows gather. They laughed when they saw my. Eventually Christine went to pack her things before heading home. It was an uncomfortable five or ten minutes as mum and I sat in silence, sipping our coffees without even looking at each other. We said our goodbye's to my aunty and walked her to her car. As she drove off, I felt more comfortable and relaxed about everything and said something like 'what a crazy night' to my mum. She smiled back but immediately told me that no one can ever find out it, and of course I agreed. As soon as we. I deduce that some who claim such may have a deep religious conviction, their beliefs, I’ve no cause to doubt their recall. Logically, if the heart stops (that moment before I died), then the flow of blood to the brain ceases, If the brain stops, then there cannot be a memory.For the next few weeks, I was shit scared to do anything; rehab soon set me straight on that thought, “You’re not sick get the finger out and exercise” So a rigorous regime of torture was implemented. A brisk walk around. The cry turned into an ecstatic moan as he slid his fingers inside of me while tracing a slow circle around my clit. I let my head fall back on the pillow and began to moan continuously as his tongue worked my clit and his fingers started plunging faster inside me. My nipples were aching and I yearned to touch them. As much as I wanted to fondle myself the idea of being bound and helpless while Dad had his way with me was getting me even hotter. He had said he wanted to play all kinds of games,.