”“You just said—!”“I said I won’t make you blow me, but you can still clean up your mess.”“My—” Ian protested, but stopped himself... and sighed. Without prompting, he got on his knees to get a better angle and posture.“You’re such a good boy,” Silas cooed, pulling Ian’s hair back so he could see his face while he touched him. He sat back and closed his eyes.After a few minutes, Ian asked methodically, “Are you close?”“Not when you ask me like that.”Ian stopped. “I’m not your slut. I’m not going. Jim saw the way I reacted but ignored this and said, "Great! Follow mycar, it's not far from here."It was only a couple of miles or so, a nice ranch-style house set backfrom the small road. Was it too isolated? Was this some sort of trap? Iwas hesitating but these were only excuses I was making up - was Ifrightened that I might like Jim to shave my legs? I had known Jim for afew months now, I trusted him and it would be fine, I told myself. But Iwas still very nervous.Truth was, I was desperate. City gaye hai mummy ne kaha thik haiMaine night dress aur jeans or shirt liya me aunty ke ghar pahoncha raat ke 12 baje. They aunty ne kaha k vijay ke room. Me so jao me room me gaya night dress change kiya aur hall me aaya aunty tv dekh rahi thi maine aunty se pucha mujhse naraz ho kya to aunty ne kaha beta me naraz nahi. Bas divya ka tension hy maine kaha sab thik ho jayega me soch raha tha k callgirl se acha hai k divya ki chudai ki jaye callgirl ke saath pakde gaye to izzat ki badnami hogi. I ripped it open and found those plastic steps. It was some exercise fad from awhile ago. Back when they still made exercise DVDs. This one had the gimmick of stepping up and down a stair. You could make it the step to get more of a workout. It was good cardio.I needed to get in the exercise zone. That was where this started. That was how this would end.I set the ugly, green step in the middle of my living room and popped in the DVD. The perky woman appeared to lead it, her breasts quivering in.