While cleaning my room, I came across a small cavity, which was covered by a same colour cardboard piece. I was interested in seeing whats inside, and... broke the cardboard piece with my hand. There was nothing in there, except a DIARY. I opened it, it said, ‘A personal property of Anjali Sharma’, with a pic of her(I suppose).I read it completely. After having good response to my earlier stories, decided to share this diary with you guys. So here we go, The first page dated back to19th Jan, 2008.. I agreed, because I just enjoyed this weirdoccupation of being everybody’s toilet. The men would take out theircock, right in front of all the other customers and piss in my mouth.It may have been my imagination, but it seemed their piss was strongerthan the women’s piss. So far, no men have asked to shit in my mouth,for which I am grateful.Samantha, Nancy and Linda grew so used to having me as their toilet,that when they organized a party at Samantha’s apartment to celebratethe month’s sales,. You've always liked their lilac colored skin, dark hair, ribbed pointy ears, and squared retinas and pupils.You begin thinking of Kresheshie woman wrapping her purple lips around your cock, you begin to jerk off. You start thinking of your cock sliding into her purple velvet folds as you jerk off. You shut your alarm off as soon as it turns on, you try to cum knowing you don't have much time left. Suddenly your door opens "honey, time to get up" your mom says. You see she's only wearing a. I thought about how I would get the stuff I wanted to keep, off the island, I’d need a boat for sure. I could land in the cove and transport the items down to it. A Tuesday would be the best day, I decided. The problem was that I couldn’t sail a boat, not in deep ocean waters anyway.I was racking my brain trying to think of whom I could get to help me when I felt the briefcase move at my feet. I looked down from my musings as the man wiped it out from between my feet and then he legged it, out.