“Yeh idea sahi hai,” main siskiya lete hue boli. Ravi mere upar aaya aur mere lips par kiss kiya. Woh fir peeche hua aur apne haath meri taango pe... rakhke chudai ki speed badhadi.“Aastha, fuck you baby, fuck you, I missed fucking you Aastha, fuck you my baby,” Ravi ne bola.“Yes, fuck me baby. I also missed being fucked by you Ravi.”Mere itna bolte hi Ravi ne apni speed aur tez kardi. Meri chuchiyo ko kaske dabaya aur mujhe tez-tez chodne laga.“Oye, main jhadne wala hoon. Kaha girau,” Ravi ne. Her breasts were not huge but, still very shapely. She was short and sweet. You could tell from looking at her that she didn’t value herself much. ‘A storm is rolling in fast. I wouldn’t want you to get swept up in the high winds.’ her cajun accent rolled off her tongue like she was the only one who could speak it so poetically. She was right. I noticed the dark, menacing clouds rolling in from the south promising, dangerous lightening and monsoon like rain. I could already hear the wind. Even if I didn’t make any money off of it, it would be a good way to explain to my parents the money I was getting from prostituting myself to Benjie, and I could put it on college applications.The other idea was to use painting as an excuse to hang out with Kevin. I could get him to model for me, and my Mom would have no reason to suspect anything untoward about our relationship. Kevin thought that was a great idea and agreed to model for me the next Saturday after our appointment with Benjie.. ’ ‘Actually, that’s a good idea. These folks will do anything to win. And, of course, no one can sweet talk your dad.’ We talked a few minutes about other menu changes I was mulling over before I returned to the office to answer emails and review the various on-line comments about our restaurants. Most of the comments were very positive. Arriving home later that afternoon, I found Pam in the kitchen, looking through cookbooks. ‘Hey sweetheart, how was the office?’ ‘Good. I had a nice meeting.