My whole existence is pain, pain, pain. I can?t think I am only pain. The mad scientist has stopped the blows. He has his cock in his hand, stoking. ...?You have a choice to make slut. 1) you can choose to go on to the next exercise in pain or 2) you can ask me to fuck you.If you choose # 1, look at me in the mirror and blink your eyes once. If you want me to fuck you, blink 2 times.?Since the only part of me I am able to move is my eyelids, I am already blinking them nonstop. ? I can?t tell what. ‘Do you have proof you live here and a picture of your wife?’ I pulled out my wallet and showed my license and the pictures. He smiled when he saw the rose tattoo on her shoulder in the 4th photo. ‘Finally you came to a picture we can use to identify her. We are still trying to determine just exactly what happened here.’ ‘What can you tell me so far?’ ‘We pulled a blond, slim, white woman with the rose tattoo, and a muscle bound, bald headed black man out of here. Both were alive when they. They had decided to explore their lives. Since they were not that confident about a sexual encounter, they had settled for a massage experience for the lady while the husband watches. At first, this was strange to me. I was expecting a massage to the lady all alone. We fixed a coffee meeting as neither of us had seen each other.The next day I was waiting at Starbucks on FC road. I was told to wear a white tee and blue jeans so that it would be easy to identify me. It had been half an hour since. I am sorry for any grammar mistakes. If you don't like this kind of story then DO NOT READ IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank You. When I was ten years old, I began to wear girl’s clothes. I do not know why but I always felt that I was a girl in a boy’s body. I always had to make sure nobody was home while I did this, or I would have probably been sent away. Let me tell you about my self. My name is Tom. I am Five feet Nine inches tall; I have brown hair, and Hazel eyes. I have always had more of.