I’d heard various estimates of between thirty and a hundred boys. Because of my association with Carla I’d been asked many times if the stories we...re true and while I’d dismissed the enquiries, I’d also been interested to know the truth, and why.Now I was silenced by her admission.“What did they say I did with it?” It was a forlorn request, almost like she held some hope that her use of the glove hadn’t carried with the fact that it existed.“That you…” I stumbled over the words, “masturbated. She never was allowed to wear any underwear and wore just the clothes they provided which allowed Rex to be able to play with her tits and pussy any time she was near. He twisted on a nipple as he pushed three fingers in her cunt and began fucking her as he kissed her neck. He whispered to her "You are wet and waiting for me. Do you want my big cock in that wet cunt? Or do you want it in your ass? Feel how hard you have made it." He then pulled her shirt off her and then removed her skirt so. But keep it a secret.Anjali: I was going to tell you the same. Please don’t tell anyone. I don’t know how it feels to be touched on a bare skin.Me: Hold your excitement, you will experience it soon.Anjali: But please don’t tell anyone. And also please confirm that this wouldn’t be love and only a friendship.Me: If you call it love, I will cut our friendship right away.Anjali: Okay. I don’t want my goals to fail while chasing for love.Me: Okay, sleep now, we will talk later.Cutting the story. »You are nice!«, I brabble in my hormon-related manly confusion - and that's maybe the most stupid thing to say, then she questions the statement immediately quite quizzically: »...just judging by my underwear?« »I'm sorry!«, it is my time now to mumble, but she just brushes my words away with the back of her hand like an annoying fly out of sight: »You're a man - and they're all the same! First they are nice, and when they got what they want they hit you or the road!« My eyes are stuck on her.