..but...how? How could...could you know?" She stammered again.He shook his head and sighed. The look on his face said he'd had this conversation with... other customer's countless times. He then pointed above Sara's head, directing her attention to a sign. It read, "Because I'm the Wizard, That's How".This time it was Sara who shook her head, only for her it was in total disbelief. It seemed as if the sign had been put there for the very purpose of answering her specific question, and obviously. I banish the thought. I decide to get out before I change how I look at you. I dry off and put on my robe. I begin combing my long dark hair when I hear a knock at the door. I open it to see of all people you. ‘I didn’t think you’d show,’ I said. ‘Didn’t think I’d come,’ you reply. ‘Come in I was just combing my hair.’ I open the door and you enter the air is charged and I wonder if it’s too late if things have already changed too much or if that’s even a bad thing. I find myself remembering. There's a baseball bat shoved up my ass all the way to the top of the grip and it has been lubed heavily with bengay. I've gotten used to the burning sensation and have grown to enjoy it. It gives me something to mentally escape to when I need to. My hands are bound but have enough play for me to masturbate -- which I am instructed to do at all times. I've been in this position for what seems to be days now. I have blackout contacts in my eyes and have no concept of who's around me but there. Bas ek baar ghar tera khali mil jaye mera kaam ho jaye.Meri halat kharab ho gayi. Mene socha nahi tha ki aisa kuch hoga.Main bola parso mummy papa aane wale hai. Kal bas ghar khali hai. Jo karna hai kar le phir baad me mat bolna.Usne kaha: thik hai tu kal teri behan ko bol ki tu dopher me movie jayega.Tab main tere me aa jaunga.Maine kaha thik hai.Maine Nilesh ki baat confirm karne ke liye raat ko didi ka mo ile chupke dekha. Whatsaap check kiya to usme didi or nilesh ke bahut sare chat the..