It was only because I had written 'I don't want sex from you, I only want to watch' that she didn't leave me. Anyway.. I work with a girl called Katie.... We hit it off and got a lot closer than we should have without actually fucking. But we talked about what we wanted our sex lives to be and it became clear that her husband was vanilla af, he wouldn't even go down on her. So we igured that if we could control our feelings for each other because we do love our partners, then we should escape. He had made a crude leaver, so he pushed down on the end, then put all of his weight on it. The metal started to bend and still the grill held fast. In one final desperate attempt he shook the end of the leaver by jumping and the grill fixings gave with a sudden crack. The grill flew upwards as the leaver and Arron fell to the floor with an almighty clatter.Gasping for breath, he lay winded on the floor, certain someone must have heard the noise and would come and investigate. He lay still. I smiled. Master laughed, he’d seen my smile. Ronnie, the nosey bastard inquired, ‘What’s so funny, Geoff? Ya got big plans for your fuckin’ slut?’ I wheeled holding the door open. My eyes narrowed to slits, my nostrils flared, as I fought for control. I knew attacking Ronnie would accomplish nothing and only add to my punishment, but it didn’t stop me from fervently wishing I could scratch his eyes out. I battled with myself, but I managed control. I met and held Master’s eyes as I said. Fir hum ghar aye der hone ke karan maine aunty se kaha ki main ghar jata hu bahot der hui hai aunty ne kaha thik hai fir main ghar gaya or Ratbhar aunty ko bra or panty maine dekhkar muth mar raha tha. Fir do din bad aunty ne mujhe ghar bulaya maine pucha gharme koi nahi to aunty ne kaha gaon gaye hai dopahar ke 1 baje the aunty ne kaha ki chlo khana khate hain mujhe bhi bhuk lagi thi to maine kaha thik hai khana khan eke bad aunti boli tu TV dekho mujhe alamri saf karni hain main Tv dekha raha.
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