Fir maine phone utha liyaRohit:- Hello!Main:- Kya hua, bahot yaad aa rahi hai meri? Man nahi bhara kya tumhara?Rohit:- Maza to bahot aaya par abhi kuc...h kuch karana baaki hai.Main:- Achha bahot kuch kya?Rohit:- Abhi tak to tere mast boobs ko barabar se dekha bhi nahi. Fir bahot masalna hai chusna haiMain :- Aur?Rohit :- Teri chut chatni hai ungli gusani hai. Aur last mein mera daalna hai ander.Main:- Bas aur aur kuch nahi karna?Rohit :- Aur kya?Main : Mujhse apna lund nahi chatwaoge? Apan saar. It hurt a lot.At first it was nothing more than a high powered punch impacting a very small area, but then the pain spread out to engulf my entire upper body, spreading quickly to my shoulders, arms and down into my belly.I had to take two steps back in order to stay upright and ended up crushing the young guard Germain between me and the wall behind us.I stood there for several seconds leaning against Germain and the wall, waiting for the pain to dull down enough so that I could resume. ” “So it’s all true then,” he said leaning back in the chair and clasping his hand behind his head. “What is?” “That you have fucked your way through ever household around here.” I giggled. “Not all of them, but many. How did you know?” “You’d be surprised how much the men around here talk and you seem to have made an impression. I was wondering when you would try it with me.” I smiled at him slyly and slid off the table. Then I knelt between his legs and put my hands on the button of his. At the age of fifteen, I was thin and had a rather pale, melancholic complexion. My natural air of melancholy was often mistaken for unhappiness caused by some trouble, hence my fellow students always tried to cheer me up in vain. I knew exactly the cause of this melancholy: I was in love, not with a particular person, but with the notion of love and masculinity. My burgeoning body longed to be touched, kissed, dominated. Its thirst demands to be quenched by a virile body. Every night, in the.