“Three minutes have passed.”I was definitely feeling the pressure and I wondered just how long I could last. I stopped throat fucking myself and c...oncentrated on lasting as long as I could.“Three minutes and twenty seconds.”I could feel my face turning red. I looked up at Mr. C and he whispered. “Hang on kid, you can do it.”I can do what, I thought, last four minutes? I didn’t think so. Air wanted to escape from my body, but I swallowed it back down.“Three minutes and forty seconds.” There was. Aur aaram se sab kiya karo.” Kahate unhone ankh marte ek naughty smile di. Main bola, “Kya batau bhabhi aap ko to dena chahta hu jo bhi aapko jarurat hai. Magar aap kuch batati hi nahi ki kya seva karu? Kaise kaise aapko karu. Aapko kya kya pasand hai?”Aise double meaning main bol diya. To woh bhi boli, “Abhi tune dekh hi liya hai kitne bade bade hai mere. To inko achese malish aur daba dabake karne ka time nahi milta mere pati ko. Aur main to dabavane ko tarasati rahti hu.” Aur aankh marte woh. Her colleagues liked her for she was good-natured, imaginative and could do miracles with Photoshop but felt awkward in her presence. She was different. She could not hike the mountains. She could not venture going to the seaside and change into bathing suit, because everyone would see her withered, stick- thin leg and her unnaturally bent foot which had not been slipped into a shoe for almost thirty years now. She preferred long skirts regardless of the season and wore them even in the. We started sipping on wine and started the conversation which went on for an hour. She was just looking for some fun in her life after a broken marriage. She had been with numerous guys but never paid to hire an escort.She said she read the story and was wet while reading. After a couple of glasses of wine we moved to the sofa. The lust in her eyes had doubled after wine and our conversation. She made me sit and started to remove my jeans. In no time the jeans was out and my hot rod sprang up.