Pa said that I had to run away to keep from being murdered. We planned on this for about two hours and decided that the best solution was for me to go... West. Pa outfitted me with a horse to ride and a pack horse. The pack horse was loaded with some food, cooking utensils, and other necessities. We didn't have a tent, so I was going to have to buy one once I got to the next town.For weapons, for surely I was going to need them, he gave me an eight-inch stiletto, a hunting knife with a 10-inch. I also came to know that he was very much afraid of him. Dinkar himself with a 2 months of marriage was telling himself that he was just a jerk as his stepfather has kept him in his control fully. He was afraid because he didn’t have anything; and he just completed 7th stdAnd always afraid of his father which was close secret which he never told me in spite of convincing him a lot. Dinkar goes early in the morning around 9 to 10 am to manage the petrol pump. He uses to come pretty late in the. . so ready... so eager to be fucked by this young man I had met not 15 minutes before. Nothing else mattered to me but getting his cock in me.He leaned me over the back of the couch. I knew what to expect and spread my feet apart to open up my pussy to him as I bent over. I heard his zipper and felt the head of his big cock touch my swollen lips. He rubbed it over the outside for a few seconds and I was dripping. Then he eased it inside my so nice and slowly. Then without warning he thrust so. My place ofbirth is irrelevant, it's my life story that I am here to tell. Mystepfather was the son of a distant emigrant nobleman with wealth andpossessions and I grew up with my younger siblings, two brothers and onesister, in a stable home. We lived a few minutes outside of town, arather large one at that, and I received all my schooling up until theage of 18 in the area.My family was kind and my parents had married out of love and had,unlike many other young noblemen and women, not been.