Isn’t that why you talked to me for the past three days? To let me know that it was okay for me to talk to you, too? … I am a Roadmaster after all... I can do anything I want.”“I heard the stories. I just never believed them.”“But you do now?”“I’m getting used to the idea pretty damn quick.”“You better. Because you are stuck with me now and I think you know it.”“I was hoping the stories were true and now I just have to get over the shock and awe of them actually being true. I had to buy a lot of. She took to it like a moth to a flame. I reaped the benefits by being her test subject while she perfected her craft. Countless times my cock would harden as she experimented with intricate knots and patterns across my skin.“Maybe I need to hire someone to service you while I work?” She would quip, lovingly weaving designs to match and accentuate the contour of my body. She had found her calling and ‘Roots’, as she aptly named this creation, would be her masterpiece.From where I was suspended,. Mom kitna mast maal hai ye bataya nahi ja sakta. Mom ko dekh kar hi pata chalta hai. Woh kabhi bhi lipstick nahi lagati. Mom ke lips bohut gulabi hain. Bahut log is karan dhokha bhi kha jate hain.Main sochne laga ki mom agar nangi hogi tab kitni mast lagegi. Raat ko main apne room mein so gaya. Mom shayad Geeta se baat kar rahi thi. Main mom ko seedha hi nahi chodna chahta tha.Woh ghar mein hi hai to jab chahe chod sakta hun. Maine socha ki mom kitni bold hoti hai dekhna hai.Mom ke sath. She brushed it out andtrimmed it a little. Then she put it in a high ponytail. She plucked afew hairs from my eyebrows. I was a little hesitant when she wanted toadd a little eyeliner with some pale pink lipstick. Shushing myarguments she proceeded with my light makeup. Standing before the mirrorI was amazed. I wasn't a knockout. Nor was my figure to die for. Infact, I was kind of plain. What I didn't see was a man." After that it wasn't hard to convince me to go for a long ride and getsome.