I crawled to the mattress and I now lay there helpless. Wanting, thinking, dreaming only of Master. At the brink of tears, on what I believe is my fou...rth night locked away. I hear footsteps, and someone at the door. I stare at the door, desperate to see anyone. The door opens and I see him, it is Master. I get upon my knees and crawl towards him. Once at his feet, I beg. I beg for everything that my broken sprit, my broken mind wants.Bowing my head I begin. “Master, I am yours. All I need s. To tanuj bola Sali randi ulti kya katri hay ajj teri chut ki to dhajiya uda dunga to me boli madarchod meri chut pehele se hi bhosda hay tum or kya dhajiya udaoge thick hay chod ke dikha ham sare ke sare nase me the raj or tanuj mere sam ne nange khade hogaye or bari bari meri muh ko chod ne lage……….Phor tanuj ne mujhe sofe ke upar sula dia or meri chut chane laga or raj mere muh ko chod ne laga.chod te chod te mere muh pe hi jhad gaya or meri muh ko band kardiya bola Sali sare ras pii ja.. ek. The stories I read made me think about trying it. It was one of the things I knew I wanted to try at least once.I have masturbated but it was more like just rubbing my clit. It felt good and I would have to think that if someone else did it to me and especially if they used their tongue, it had to feel even better. For the longest time I felt like I was committing a sin. How can rubbing ones own body be considered wrong? It sure felt right.Another thought that I found interesting was being with. You pull my hips against your crotch an I can feel your rock hard cock through your jeans. When we release, a few people are staring, but we don't see them. You grab my hand and my carry on with the other and start leading me away. I follow blindly, trusting where ever you are taking me. We stop at a door to a private restroom. I follow you through the door. When you turn to lock it behind us, I release your hand and reach around the front of you and begin undoing your belt and jeans. "I can't.