So, in the end, I just stood there, nerves raging throughout my body, scared for what would happen when those other cops would arrive. I was closer to... crying than smiling at this point. That would have been a sight, finding me, a nineteen your old boy crying like a little kid. So, I pushed my tears away and tried to take it as a man.I don't know how long it took, but when I heard a car driving in the street, I could feel butterflies inside my tummy. However, the car didn't slow down and just. When the lasagnas i had prepared were almost ready, the chain was removed from the ring in the kitchen and i was led on my hands and knees to the large dinning room where i was instructed to crawl onto a coffee table in the corner of the room, and my chain was locked to one of the legs while i was left there alone, kneeling on all fours like an a****l on display. They brought the meal i had prepared and sat around the huge dining room table, ready to eat. It smelled wonderful and my stomach. "This presentation is all about gender differences," Miss Krystal announced. "See if you can tell which one is the boy."I was examined closely by several women and girls. I counted a dozen women—all dressed, except for Miss Krystal—and a dozen girls—all naked—and lost track. There were just too many people, too many distractions. Harmony gripped my hand and murmured reassurance.I dreaded the moment that the tape would be ripped from my crotch for two reasons: first, there was a tearing. Ek din ki baat hay meri ammi nahane gaye hue thin wo galti se apna phone table par hi bhool gayin unki call a rahi thi ammine ammi ko bola ki phone a raha hay wo save number tha ra naam se save kaha ammi utha loan wo Bahut jaldi se kapde dal kar aye aur mujhe kehnti rahi ki phone mat uthana wo jaldi se ayein aur phone utha kar wrong number keh kar phone kat diya,wo us samye bahut ghabraye hue lag rahin thi, phir sham ko wo shopping ko nikal gayin maine us baat par itna dhyan nahi diya.Meri.