Until my father would enter my room in his red flannel bath robe. Indian XXX “What’s this about?”
“It’s your birthday present” my father answered placing a firm hand on my neck, tilting my head back “what do you think?”
Before I could reply, I was being undressed by James and Craig in a rough yet passionate manner. May eleventh, the year two thousand I turned eighteen. “You’re next!” I heard him say breathlessly. Following the string tightening period I surrendered back to my bedroom where I would scroll in my journal for the next four hours. I really enjoyed being punished in such a way. Since my mother had gone to be he had invited me down to the basement (which he’d turned into a den/lounge area) for a drink. Popping the head into the opening still slick with Craig’s saliva. Popping the head into the opening still slick with Craig’s saliva. Now I’m twenty five. Still, my single bed sat in the corner of the room alongside the wall. A quiver ran through me. A fat cock that felt never ending was reamed deeply into me.
