But I am stating here and now, as the author of this story, that every single character is at least 16 years old. Any reference to an age younger than... 16 is a lie, stated by the character or narrator of the story in an attempt to shock the reader. But do not believe them. It is not true. They are really 16 years old or older. Believe me. I know. I wrote the story.Finally I found the address. There were so many cars I was forced to park two blocks away. Walking up to this upper middle-class home. Raat ke 7 baje main aur maa dono ghar se hotel gaye. Maa ne normal saari peni thi. Mere saare dost pahele se hotel mein wait kar rahe the. Hotel room number 69 tha. Woh bhi dekh lo saalo ne kaun sa number book kiya. Room mein pooch te maa aur main dar gaye.Wahan Ravi, Mahesh, Ashok ke saath do aur log the. Woh bhi mere school mein padte hai. Woh mujhse higher class mein hai. Ek tha Mohit aur dusra tha Raju. Sab bodybuilder type the.Maa ne kaha: Ye sab kya hai?Ravi: Aunty ab maat daro ye mere. He undid his belt, button and zipper, the trousers pooled at his stockinged feet on the cold damp concrete path, in the light from the lounge French doors. Pete, still retaining a grip on the trespasser’s throat, turned aside to Annie and requested, “Sweetheart, can you trouble Alice for a black rubbish sack and bring it to me, Honey?”“Sure, Daddy,” replied the girl, brightly.She returned with a sweet smile on her lips a couple of moments later with a bag, by which time the photographer was. We went in.He knew we were there to ravage him. I kissed him hard, Joe sank to his knees and started sucking his asshole. I rub his cock and bit his nipples, he moaned deeply. We pushed him on the bed, tied his hands and ankles face down and proceeded to whip his ass, back and legs. It was very warm in the room and all three of us were dripping in sweat. He trashed around and moaned as we left marks all over him.We flipped him over, tied his hands and feet, and started whipping his chest,.