But, then I an idea started to form in my dark, perverted mind - what about the sex slave whore story? Now that was an adventure, which poor Nevil got...caught up in, and although it was not really about him, it could be written from his point of view (even though it wouldn’t be the easiest story to write). Okay, first you need a little background. This story is about a young man called Neville Scrot. When he grew up, he longed to follow in his father's footsteps, but Neville was not destined to. “Stand here, in front of me,” I ordered. And, she obeyed. Lust drunk, Eos submitted to me. I looked her over, still in the prison rags. Her black hair twirling between my fingers. Her body was perfectly proportioned, lean but still keeping her feminine charm. Holding her by the chin I commanded, “Strip.” With a nod, Eos pulled her shirt over her head. Then she quietly removed her pants to stand before me naked. I remembered seeing her the first time. A dark figure of death that I was terrified. Nan pengal toiletkul avasaramaaga ulle sendren yaaravathu paarthaargala endru ennaku sariyaaga theriiyavillai.Naan ulle sendrathu ennai oru kazhiparaikul ezhuthu kathavai thaazhpaal potu enthu ithazhil mutham koduthu lip lock seithu sappa aarambithaal. Aval sappum pozhuthen enathu pantil kaiyai vaithu kayati sunniyai veliyi eduthaal. Enathu kaiyai avalin mulaiyil vaithu thdavinen pinbu athai veliyil eduka aarambithen.Ithu anaithaiyum udhadai sappikonde seithom pinbu enathu sunnni veliyil. So I bent over and placed my arms on their patio table and told him to fuck me from behind. It went in a little easier this way and he got a bit aggressive as he shoved his cock in and out of me. He was trying very hard to get it all in! At first I moved forward because I was afraid he would hurt me. But then I started to push back and he got a rhythm and I followed his tempo. Oh, he felt so good! And its been many a long year since Ive had a hard dick inside of me for this long. And he isnt.