What do I do? Okay, so I mope, I don't talk to anyone and I constantly look as if I'm on the verge of tears, but why does this offend them? They use... any excuse to - and thanks a lot, guys, by the way - make my life just that little bit more miserable than it already is. And they laugh about it with their mates: the short, wimpy bloke with the straggly hair and bad clothes - shit, isn't he funny!***Damn. My mum's home; her car is on the drive. I sigh, and put the key in the lock.No sooner. Phir dheere dheere maine uski pajami ka nala khol diya aur use utarne laga wo bahut tight thi to utarne mai time laga aur phir uski hirni jaisi tango ko mai lick karne laga aur karte karte uski panty main hath dal diya jo ab tak puri gilli ho chuki thi aur uski chut ko hath se sehlane laga to uske muh se “ssiiiiiiiii siiiiiiiiii uuuffffff aahhhhh uuuummmm” ki siskiyan ane lagi. Phir mane uski panty utari aur chut ko chatne laga jaise hi mane uski chut me jheeb lagayi wo boli”aauuiii maaaaa” aur. And ifyou fail me completely, then I'll destroy the second orb. I could, ofcourse, destroy your penis entirely -- but I'd rather leave you with thetwo inch stub as a reminder of what you'd lost."She walked up close to me until her nose was touching my nose. Shegrabbed my dick and squeezed."You will now awaken. I suggest that you think long and hard about myproposition, and that you do the right thing, lest you be left with someserious regrets."***"Oh, thank goodness," a voice said.It was Karen. A picture was attached that made her look like a seasoned writer. She was Blond haired, with blue eyes, and a large appearing woman with a jaunty hat perched on her head. He was intrigued and used the anonymous calling feature of the site to send her a short note. He observed that an anonymous message would not provide a response, so he attached his new pen name. She probably wouldn’t respond anyway. His message referred to her story and to her bio. The bio indicated that she was into BDSM. He.