“Your mother would come every day when you was gone, she would sit in that same spot to pray for your safe return.” It was Father Petrou.Turning t...owards him, we both opened our arms to embrace each other. We stayed like that for a while like two friends who had not seen each other for years.Father Petrou was about five years older than me. He was different from other priests. When you had a conversation with him about religion, he would never force you to go to church or pray, but still, you. Phir raat ko wo phir kitchen ki khidki me aa gayi maine phir usse ishare se number manga usne isharo me haath ungliyon se no. Bata diya. Phir maine us raat usko phone kiya usse baten ki normal kuch din aisi chalta raha phir dhire dhire mai uspe line marne laga aur kahaki tum mujhe achi lagti ho usne bhi kaha ki tum bhi mujhe ache lagte ho. Maine use I luv u kaha usne bhi reply me kah diya phir aise hi kuch din humari baten hone lagi. Phir ek din maine use chat pe bulaya raat ko usne mana kiya. I was slipping away quietly with the drinks when somebody kept his hand on my shoulder. I was really afraid. I thought it was my dad.As I turned around it was Mr. Karan Rawal. Mr. Rawal is the SVP of the company and my father’s boss. We knew each other, but I had met him after so many years. As soon as I turned, I said, “Mr. Rawal, please please don’t tell my dad, he will get really angry.”He looked at me and said, “You should not be drinking Ria. I have to tell your dad.” I was really shocked. ...' With a powerful thrust Mister Brad sunk three inches of his eleven inches into my rectum. I screamed out in angony 'EEEEEIIIIIIIHHHHH,' Mister Brad lowered his lips to my ears as he pressed on 'take this dick boy, take this dick like you love it or it's going to hurt even worst. I had released my ankles and was gripping Mister Brad's shoulders, my feet was trying to pull his calves to keep him from going in any deeper. Mister Brad laid still for a while breathing heavily as his huge.