Yes Dave, I've always liked that name. And I'm the man who kidnapped your son. Sure you don't want some juice?"It took a second for his words to regis...ter."What?"He smirked."I've kidnapped your son. Well not me, physically, my partner did the actual deed. It's my responsibility to handle negotiations. You know, arrange payments, the return of your son, that sort of thing."He was surprised at her calm."How do I know you aren't just bluffing?"He sighed and handed her his phone. There was a picture. “Ahh, but still in need of some experience,” she voiced in a sultry, fiery tone.She put her glass down beside me and slowly caressed my shoulders. I simmered in the sweltering heat of her touch and shivered as the craving became an ember.“Everything okay?” she asked, moving back in the saddles as if I were uncomfortable from her touch.“It’s fine, it’s just I haven’t felt like that in a long time,” I said, aching for her embrace to warm my soul again.“Well, in that case, I may just have to. Mai seedha neeche hogya or uski gulaabi choot ko chatne laga. Meri jeebh k touch se wo machal gai or mera sir apni choot me dabane lag gai. Maine jor jor se chaatna shuru kar dia or thodi hi der me wo jhad gai or maine uska saara maal chaat lia. Phir maine use dubara blowjob k lie bola to wo seedha ghutno ke sahare baith gai or mere lund ko pakad kar full speed me chusne lag gai. Isbaar mai use rok dia or use bed par letaya or or uski choot par lund set kar k dhakka lagane laga par uski choot. Something about it brought to mind the scene I had stepped into with her the other afternoon. It only took a second to realize what it was -- the dress was the same style, something out of an old movie. She had added a garland of flowers to her hair and the effect took my breath away. As I watched she stopped and looked over her shoulder at me, and smiled. It was a shy sort of smile and yet so intimate at the same time. Somehow I had the feeling that she had been saving that smile for me her.