A final yr ka mae apne parents ka ek lota ladka huun, dad ke pas paise ki koi kami nahi he, mere kafi dost bhi hein par mae apne doston me waqt bitana... nahi pasand karta kyon ki mera mizaj kuch esa he ke mae akele waqt guzarna pasand karta huun yaa kisi sweet si lady yaa kuwari lakiyon ke saath, jiski wajha se mere kafi orton se dosty he jo 1-2 bachon ki maa he or aaj tak mae 5 shadi shuda orton ko or 3 kuwari ladkiyon ko sex kar chuka huun, jisme se ek lady to mere bache ki ma ban chuki he par. She went into her studio and began carving into a block of clay. It always amazed her, empowered her that she could create beauty from some mundane lump, could transform it ugly and plain into something magnificent with her own hands. She worked almost mindlessly that day, not sure what she was even trying to form, and much to her horror, it began to look like a huge phallus. She slammed her fist on it in some finality and destroyed it.She came home very tired from work, showered and went. Bill left it up to her when she would "cash in" however many smacks she earned. Bill's last condition was that she take them bare-bottomed. At first she protested, but he reasonably argued that it would be too tough to be consistent if he had to adjust, for whatever pants she was wearing. She countered that surely her panties were all thin enough. Couldn't she keep them on, at least? He relented on that point. He allowed her one last cigarette to seal the deal. Every one after that would count.. . which I now have to refer to as my pussy. The dildo had been pounding away with no let up for the better part of an hour. The first half an hour was pure hell as my virgin hole was assaulted without abandon. The last half hour was a bit better, but I was still certainly a long ways off from accepting this new role from my demented Master on becoming some kind of sissy fuck doll for his amusement. Once he let me out of this thing and sent me on my way I planned on heading straight to the.