She held my nose and twisted with cutting player and said ” You dirty slave, you are just creature. Torturing is their hobby. If you complain agains...t, I will cut your nose, balls, and dick.”she warned. That day, babakhan came. Mom went out side.Mee amma edira lanjakodaka annadu Babakhan. (where is your mom) I got shivered seeing him. He held my nose and squeezing. Comon you dirty pig. Lick my dick till your mom comes. I fell on his feet and requested me not to torture. Baba Khan laughed. . ....The others stood close by, I was only protected from them by the large bed in our posh upgraded room. Its grandeur made this event appear a little less sordid and the irony was not lost on me. His thrusts became more forceful and finding my voice, I asked him to slow down slightly. I was eager to not waste this experience and his large rugby frame was likely to be more than I could take if not careful! He obliged and for the first time, I looked him in the face and we shared eye contact.. After a quick tour of Mr. Miller's impressive estate, we endedup in his bar room, which was better equipped then any of the local bars I'dbeen to. When everybody had a beer, we all gathered around Mr. Miller. "Thanks for being on time, one and all. Glad to see some familiar facesand some new ones as well." (Mr. Miller had been my little league coach, and, not to brag, but I gotthe game-winning hit in our league championship. It was only a single, but,over the years, Mr. Miller never forgot it. Phir maine kaha apni ek ungali apni chut mein daal kar hilao aur mein apna lund hilane laga. Who chut mein ungali daal ke hilane lagi aur ek haath mein phone tha. Usne awaz nikalni shuru kar di ahhhhhhh aman mein mar jaungi plz a jao. Mujhe chood do meri pyas bujha do. Maine kaha aur zor se ghumao. Maine kaha mera lund tumhare moonh mein daal doon. Who boli haan daal do mujhe chusna hai. Phir who out of control ho gayi aur zor zor se apni chut mein ungali hila rahi thi aur mein bhi apna lund.