She was breathing very heavily.‘sahil I don’t love you, please stop this’, she said but her words were not supporting her actions.She put her le...ft hand on the upper back, right hand near lower lats. I felt her rhythmic breath on my chest. I grabbed her tightly and in return, she supported me by tightening her grip, her nails scratched my back. I was feeling the warmth of her breath; her natural aroma was creating intoxication in air.‘sahil I can’t do this, please stop’, she saidI put her lips. I started to light-up the candles & after all the candles were set on fire, I switched off the lights. It was a mesmerizing scene with only the table area lighted up & darkness all around. I poured Rajat some soup which we followed up with the main course. While chatting up on the dinner table, both of us were looking straight into each other’s eyes & I felt as if Rajat had read my mind since his conversation started having sexual overtones. We washed down the dinner with some drinks & soon it. They didn't seem to be in any hurry, just standing around chatting and sipping their drinks, when I realised that they had been waiting for the two assistants to finish setting up. She downed her second glass and then disappeared out of my sight below me, I guessed rightly to get herself ready. She remerged a few minutes later dressed in a stunning long gown, low at the front and as she walked I could see her slim legs through the slits in the side. I didn't like the way the photographer. To confirm that it was not just my imagination working on a high scale I looked down to see my monstrous scrotum lying between my legs. All my hopes of escape shattered like thin glass window handled too roughly. How was I going to be able to walk around? The scrotum would just be dragged along the floor. I started to wonder what would happen if I was lifted higher up. Would my sack be able to carry the weight of my testicles? Or would the sack be ripped apart? I hoped I didn’t have to find.