I wanted her to openly accept that I had the right to piss in her or on her at my whim, and she had to service me in that way. I wanted to be able to ...say, "Mom, I need to piss," and have her dutifully assume any position I required. I fantasized about being able to walk over and squirt piss in anything she was drinking--milk, coffee, wine, or beer-- and have her accept my obscene offering. I wanted to squat over her dinner plate and piss on food, piss on her corn flakes, piss on anything she. And we had to write the script for ‘a film that people would want to watch’. OK, so what actually happened was my aunt died. My mom’s family kind of don’t much like to have too much to do with us so I scarcely really knew her, so it wasn’t like big grief or anything. But, whatever, I had to go out east to the funeral, so I wasn’t there for the script writing sessions – the first time I saw it was the day before we had to present it to the class. And, hey, it was good – honestly it was good.. "You look like you've got something to talk about." You'll listen?" she asked hesitantly."That's what I get paid for. Pull up a chair. And close the door. I've had enough interruptions for one day."Velvet closed the door and sank down into the wooden chair in front of the man's desk. She shivered a little, thinking about how Williamson had bent her double over a chair just like this and fucked her from behind like some sort of slave girl.The thought flashed through her mind that, if it had been. .tea tagutu nenu sruthi ni chustnna..unexpected ga na hands sruthi boobs ki touch ayyayi tanu enti ra,extra chestunnavu annadi..kocncham pakkaki jarigi kurchunnanu..Me : sruthi naku sex cheyyali ani undi ra,cheyyocchu kadaSruthi : niku chala times cheppanu kada ra oddu aniMe: I can’t ra ani cheppi..sruthi ni hug chesukoni tana lips meda muddu pettanuSruthi: enti ala muddu pettavuMe: edo pettali anipinchindi so pettanuSruthi: niku baga romantic feelings ekkuvu raMe: sruthi ni malli hug chesu.