She was learning to trust Ed's judgment.At 38 years old, Hy Symington was one of the best and most feared investigative reporters in the country. He h...ad broken several politicians' careers and was respected all over the country. Hardly a month went by that he did not receive an offer to go with a national news organization. Hy turned them all down. He felt that his familiarity with this town was too valuable to give up. He had been nominated twice for a Pulitzer, but the prize had eluded him so. Saali ghar se college tak aane mein hi itni gili ho gayi. “I want your cock asap,” she said. A wicked idea struck my mind and I gave her the panty back with a pen.Me: Start writing.A: What should I write?Me: “Bring me back my panty and get a reward.”A: What? Are you crazy?Me: You thought being my whore will be easy? You will have to please me. So, get on with it or no cock for you.Saying this I held her hand and took her to her seat and made her sit. I sat next to her and put my fingers in her. Just as I planned, I tied a wide red ribbon around myself with the bow between my breasts. Then, I put on my terry cloth robe and presented myself to Mark. I stood in front of him and dropped the robe. I asked, “What do you think? You like?” “You did it. I like! Come here and I'll show you how much. Let's get this baby making started.” “I'm all yours, my big sexy Santa. Open me first,” I grinned. Just as he reached out and was about to pull the ribbon, there was a rapping at our bedroom door.. The hot noonday sun was beating down heavily on me and making me sweat. I could feel the little rolls of sweat running down my chest and onto my breasts.CRACK!I suddenly looked around, my breathing stopped; I scanned the tree line around me. I found myself in the middle of a small clearing with a fallen tree in the middle, like a log. I get so caught up in my thoughts I take no notice of my surroundings. It was quiet now. The crack of the twig must have been just an animal or something. I kept.