By the time I was in high school, it was a little run down and I only went to it when I wanted to sneak a beer or just get away from the family. I was... pretty naïve and shy, but I loved a beer once in a while. Of course, locking myself in my room was my other escape from family craziness, but that only got me limited peace and quiet. A few times, however, while locked away, I played with myself a little. I loved the feeling of my fingers running up and down my arms, or the touch of my fingertips. Her hips immediately responded to my hand and began moving back and forth. "I do, but won't you be mad?" "Do I feel mad?" I moved my hips against her and she could feel my hard-on pressing against her. "This is a massive turn-on for me. Now get in there. I'm sure he wants you. Go get him. Fuck his brains out!" She started to protest, but then stopped. She looked at me and I nodded. Then she got up and removed her blouse and pants, and walked out of the room and down the hall to the living room. I look fresher than even the youngest of the twelve. My skin is white and unblemished; my red hair is shiny and luxurious; my waist is thin; and my breasts are full and ripe, not droopy with age. My face is beautiful despite my years. This is one of the rewards brought on by a loyal service to the Master. ???? The thirteen of us had been convicted of being witches and sentenced to die by hanging. I look at these girls and laugh. Witches? Ha! Some of the poor dears were silly enough to imagine. .Idhar mere dono dost ciggarrtee pi rahe the….Maine room service mein ek daru bola…..Jo dost ciggarrtee pe rahe the uske piche aaye….Puja masti mein mere chothe dost ke hotho ko pe rahi thi aur uske lund ko massage kar rahi thi…..Tabhi mere ciggarte wale mein se ek dost ne bola sali kapde utar apne bhi…..Par puja ne sunkar ansuna kar diya…..Dusre ciggaarrte wale ne apni ciggarrtte le aur uske kamar gardan k pass rakh diya woh chillayi aur mud gayi…Uski peth mere chote dost ki taraf thi…Mere.