"How about if I pee here?" she asked as she pointed to a glass table, a glass table that had a channel around the edge of it. "Shiiiit! You piss on th...at and I lay underneath?" he asked in a very passionate tone."Great minds think alike." Melody said.He layed under the table as Melody straddled it it was a narrow, but long table. He laid there his dick sticking straight up in the air, looking like it was eager to witness this sexy display and it wanted to see it pronto! Melody stood legs wide. I went to the market and search for some Hindi Mustram story books. I manage to get fron near by small shop near Varanasi railway station. I bought few sexy books and came to home. I started reading one during lunch time because I wanted that my mami must see the book. Time was favourable and she came to call me for food, at that time also my cock was making tent in my lungi. She saw the book and asked me what I am reading I said that she can read it. She agreed to without knowing what all. Once she had the buckets placed where they needed to she came back andfound him still staring at her butt. She almost wanted to see what theywould do to him. Didn't the guy have any self control at all? It suredid not look like it."Come on let's go," she said leading him up the path to the big farmhouse. It was a one story brick building. He could not tell how big itwas as it extended further back then he could see. He could see severalother buildings including stables, and what looked. Not mine. If you can maintain an erection while scared and reliving the memory of a tremendous amount of pain, then you are a stronger person than I am.It was bad enough that she actually suggested it might be possible to burn out those particular memories or, to be more specific, the brain cells housing those memories. While people have talked about ECT, or Electro Convulsive Therapy as a horrible, medieval torture disguised as treatment, the reality is that it could actually be useful. There.