Chapters two and three are a stand-alone documentation of how evil, vileand destructive any and all forms of child abuse and neglect are. I wishI coul...d subtract those two chapters out of this story, out of my mind,and my own personal memories. It can't be done. So live with it. This story remains my property, and may not be posted on any otherwebsite or published without my written consent. Chapter One: A Strange MeetingTo say that I was nervous would have been an understatement. I. In 2006, my mistress was still a man in power and faced re-election tothe office of mayor of a fairly massive town. To her great surprise, mymistress's wife decided to run against her on a platform that promised toeliminate corruption in the mayoral office as well as the allegations ofsexism, racism and corporatism. Charges that were undeniable even withoutthe ample audio tape-based evidence her wife provided to the media andpublic. She was voted out, disgraced, and destitute within six months. Rehan neha ku dhund na baqi tha aur wo room say nikal gaya, rehan jane k baad aunty nay mujhse pouchaAunty:sharmate howe aisa chup k kya dekh rahe thay?Meri phat gayiMe: wo toh my game khel raha thaAunty: game may maza aya hai ya nhi??Aunty double meaning baat kar rahi thi mera b daar nikal gayaMe: muskratey howe bohat maza ayaAunty: isi tarha game kheltey raho mujhe b acha lagega,bachey tang nhi karegey naMe: apki qidmat may hamesha hazir houn waisey aunty ap bohat sexy hoAunty muskura di. He noticed me looking at him, noticing too my semi-erect penis. I felt embarrassed, but couldn’t hide my body’s reaction. “Do you like looking at me?” I nervously laughed, and tried to apologise. “I do indeed,” I replied.“Maybe you need some help with that,” he said, looking at my growing erection. Without hesitation, I replied, “Maybe I do.” Walking over to me, he took my hardening penis in his hand, grasping it firmly. I trembled as he moved his hand slowly up and down my shaft. I couldn’t.