They were at my mouth. In my mouth. "Suck on these, you slut!"I felt so exposed, so vulnerable. Helpless. My skirt hiked up. My bottom exposed, hands ...high above my head. Blindfolded, gagged."You were twelve minutes late, girl," I heard. "I guess that makes twelve strokes."What??? No!!! I moaned into my panties. No, I didn't want this.Whispering at my ear, "No power on earth can stop this. No pleas, no crying, no safeword. Nothing. You just have to hope I am gentle and you don't annoy me too. She is one of the only women I know that can go to the mall and come back with more stuff for me than for her. She loves to spoil me.Sometimes I wonder if I am just being selfish. A successful marriage isn't just about what happens between the sheets. Yet the thought of never again having a blow job or never making passionate love to a woman again creeps into my head and taints my soul.I went to a yellow pages web site on the computer. I located the search criteria box and clicked inside of it.. Let me tell you how I am convinced myself that my bro is GAY. During his stay in Imphal, he used to be invited for dinner by our relatives and his closed friends. I used to accompany him. Following two days, I didnt join him owing to my eagerness to check his laptop that I couldnt do so in his presence. We had our individual laptops so we didnt use others laptops at all. When I checked his laptop, I found many disgusting photos and videos of gay sex in a carefully made and stored hidden folders. Auch Geister können nerven.„Wie raus?“ Trotz der Penetranz des Typs wurde ich neugierig.„Siehst du den Spalt dort?“ Er deutete auf einen Riss in der rotglühenden Felswand.„Ich bin tod nicht blind.“„Und was denkst du warum ein Wachdämon dort steht?“Gute Frage. Ein großer dummer großer Dämon mit Keule stand daneben.„Ich hab welche Belauscht. Das ist ein Übergangsriss. Wer dort durchschlüpft ist wieder in der Welt der Lebenden."„Was man ist dann wieder lebendig?“ fragte ich verblüfft.„Nicht ganz“.