He climbs over my face and all I can see is the massive, ruddy muscle of his short but super-thick boner which he shoves past my astonished lips. It f...eels as if I'm being gagged with a tennis ball.I told you--no questions! In my present predicament, I want it. Have to have it. They can do as they please.The men watching stroke their erections with greedy fingers, their impatience marked by bulging glossy crowns and rigid, streaked shafts. The isometric of trying to open my legs for their wicked. "Jesus H. Christ! I can't even kill myself properly!" I thought with despair over having to return to the same loveless life I had been living. Immediately, I felt myself beginning to sink back into the all-too-familiar feelings of depression.The hand holding the covers was young looking, not like the gnarled and scarred hand I was used to seeing. But I was so overwrought with depression, I let it go by without thinking anymore about it." So. I screwed up my own suicide and they've put me in. Pagal to nahi ho gayatu abhi bacha hu hm dono ache dosthain but still ham nahi kar skte. Mainebola aunty kya problem h aunty boli me apne pati ko dhoka ni de sakti aunty boli nahi mene bola au ty uncle apko maarte h khud enjoy karte h aapko ghar m hi chhod ke apne doston ke saath ghumne chale gaye.Uske baad aunty fir rone lagi mene bola aunty mt ro me aapko khus karuga aunty fir tyar hi gayi for mene aunty ko kissss karne laga pehele mene gle me kiss kiya phir aunty aahhh…. Aahh.H… ki awaz. It took my waking brain a few moments to process that my Styler was next to my now-absent bed. All I had was my wits my boxers and a new pair of socks. Not a good start to this sudden foray into the unknown, that’s for sure.But standing here wasn’t going to do me much good. I took a breath, looked to the forest and began to walk towards it. Even without my Styler, I thought, I should be able to find some way to communicate with the locals. I figured some of them would likely recognize me, with.