"Huh? What picture?" Josh questioned, unsure of what she was talkingabout."That picture!" Mrs. Carlaw pointed to the picture of the bikini cladgirl on... the inside of his locker door."How did that get there?" Josh asked, confused at the sight of apicture he hadn't put up."Fine story that is young man, obviously you put it there. You do havea lock on your locker I presume?" Yes ma'am." Have you shared your combination with anyone?" No ma'am." Then that's settled, nobody else could have put it. Fortunately, the wind remained outside. I shivered in my flannel shirt and tucked my hands under my armpits to keep them warm.I flicked on the lights in the garage and looked around. Half of the garage held tables, tools, stored items, so on and so forth. The other half was clear so that a vehicle could park inside. Why didn’t Mom use it? I looked up at the garage door and the opener. Maybe there was only one remote button for the opener and Dad took it because he kept his truck? It was. .bahut saare baal the unki chut mein…maine phir unhe unki pet ke bal letne ko kahaa phir unki pair side karke unki gaand ki ched kholi dono haathon se aur usse chaatne laga…phir maine usme unlgli daali…aunty ko maza a rha tha…phir aunty ne mere saare kapde utarke mujhe neech lita diya aur phir mere upar a gayi..unhone mere gaal pe kiss kiya phir mere lips pe..phir mere nipples pe phir pet pe aur phir mera lund pakad liya…mera lund puri tarah se khada tha…who mere lund ko uapr neeche kar rahi. "Even think of defying me, and you will spend the next few hours in terrible, unrelenting agony.” The loss of my owner's collar made me feel naked, vulnerable. Looking at his face, I believed his threat, and nodded meekly, my body a mix of fear and arousal. Arousal at being given away for the night, arousal at being afraid, and arousal at the thought of not just being used for a stranger's pleasure, but it being recorded. I wasn't sure how long it was until midnight, but it must have been a.