’ ‘What the fuck, you think I tried to kill myself?’ ‘I don’t know. But I do know that you drove a car into the back of a huge truck and did...n’t even tap the brakes. What’s it sound like to you.’ I laid there stunned, trying to figure out if I had tried to kill myself. I remembered driving too fast. But the road was mostly straight and empty. I had no recollection of the truck. It didn’t seem possible that I had rammed into it on purpose. ‘Relax, son. We will get it all worked out. Oh Doctor. We shook hands, and I sat next to him, asking him about the book. Johnson smiled bashfully, and told me he was a big fan of the philosophy of Friedrich Nietzsche. He just wished more people understood the long-dead German visionary. I surprised the heck out of him by quoting passages from Nietzsche’s other book, The Will To Power. You see, I used to work in the library back at my old school and I loved philosophy. Especially German philosophy. Nietzsche was one of my favorite writers. Johnson’s. Mere mammon ko dabane laga. Dono haathon se daba raha tha.Mere nipple ko usne press kiya. Phir wo mere pairon ke beech mein aya, aur apne lund ko mere chut mein dalne laga. Uska lund bahut bada ho gaya tha aur mere chut mein asani se ghus nahin raha tha. Usne jor lagaya to mujhe dard hone laga, usne parwah kiye bina hi poore zoor se andar daal diya. Daal kar wahin rukh gaya. Phir dhere dhere andar bahar karne laga. Pata nahin kitni der tak karta raha, phir uske lund se paani a gaya aur mere. She couldn’t help it when her hands scrambled against his fingers, urging him on, begging silently for more.Instantly, his fingers stilled and he growled low in his throat. She froze eyes wide. She hadn’t meant to move, knew better that to disobey her Master’s orders, and now she would be punished. She bit back a whimper of frustration and, knowing she was already in trouble with him, she risked dipping her own fingers inside, hissing at the sensory overload that was just beginning. His eyes.