"I am never so much as reminded of the tableau in a famous oil depicting a scene from the Enkland civil war some half millennium pre diaspora, where s...ome bureaucrats are interrogating a boy who stands before them; asking him "and when did you last see your father?". This tableau, if it were ever recorded would be named, "and when did you first meet your sons?" I would be grateful for introductions and please name your mothers."The oldest boy rose from the end of the table nearest the ladies,. ??Yes of course Madam but I really believe that personal time with a chosen lover, free from the threat of being rated and punished will be something to look forward to. My madam will agree that improved sex slave performance leads to more satisfied clients and therefore higher profits for the syndicate???Of course One-eight-six; so you are reasoning that every slave will be yearning all week for one day with a chosen slave lover and will therefore give the clients more bang for their. Now it’s evening 8 pm and the doctors confirmed that no one can stay here except a nurse.Her father in law asked me to drop shraddha to her home.I said ok and left the place.I booked ola and moved towards shraddha home.She stays in uzanbazar.She confirmed that she never stayed alone till now and she is really feared to stay alone.I asked if you don’t have a problem then I can be with you.She was ok with it.Then we reached her home.It was well decorated and a very beautiful fragrance was. I chose to sit back down on the toilet and started to give the man a handjob. Admittedly, this wasn't my first time touching another man's dick, and this wasn't the biggest cock I had seen but being a "predominantly" straight man, I had only been involved in any sexual act with another man alone once before. As if this wasn't erotic enough, the anonymity of the whole thing drove me insane. I had no idea who this man on the other side of the wall was and he didn't know me. He was who I wanted.