> > I hope that makes sense and I'm not > sounding crazy. > > That's the way all of my fantasies > go. > > It's not just o...ne fetish like the > toilet thing. > > I'm open to about anything as long > as it's done right. > > Anyway, back to toilets. > I've come up with an interesting idea > that I think might work good but I'd > like your feedback. In fact you might > be someone who could build it. > > Start with the basic. Bittu negardan hila di aur pir hum dono chat say nichay aa gae.Ab Bittu bhi jyada se jyada mere ghar par aane laga aur aankho se hi meri mummy saath sex karne laga . Aur jab khas kar ke jab mai kahi bahar gaya hota to Bittu mere ghar pe akar mujhe janbuzke puchta hai ki Sonu kaha hain to Mummy kahti ki who to bahar gaya hain ,tab Bittu kahta ki wo baith kar mera wait karga aur ghar me baithkar Mummy ko ghurne lagata jab unki nigahe bittu pe padati to Bittu najre hata leta aise hi mahina bhar. This is your lucky day, whore. I said. Now finally you can live the way you write. Oh yes, I know about the poetry you write. About rape, submission and pain. I know you all too well, Moriah. Now you can really experience it. You write about death like you know what you are talking abou … dont you want to find out, doesnt it make you wet knowing that all this can be ended in a heart beat. I said. I think she was too frightened to speak, let alone move. I grabbed her by her red hair and shook. The sound of heavy rain from outside was getting louder. He stopped in front of his aunt’s bedroom and listened carefully. No sound was coming out except for the heavy rain outside. It was then he saw the faint light coming out through the key hole. It was an old fashioned door lock with a not so small key hole. With pounding heart Nick bent down and looked through it. He couldn’t see anything at first except for a dim light. The room had a bed lamp burning and the bed was direct facing the.