“Amma, I…… I am sorry”She slowly pushed me off her, her breasts heaving, and I tried not to stare at her body.She smiled and caressed my face ...and put a finger on my lips “Don’t, it is ok, I think I will go and sleep now Prakash” she smiled and slowly got up pulling her saree and putting the pallu over her shoulders. And she was gone.I was too dazed to even masturbate. My entire body was shaking as I lied down and tried to sleep, which came late, and was again full of dreams… of her.The next. Finally, we got ready for this.We decided to meet at the Murray Hill Café on East 43rd street and 3rd Avenue near her work office. I was wearing a jeans and t-shirt. I immediately spotted them; they had arrived before me and were waiting for me. Laurel looked ever sexier and desirable in real. She was wearing a navy blue colored dress which was hugging her curvy voluptuous body well. They both looked from a typical middle class family.He was working in a big company and she was at an insurance. The last thing I remember is be given a bottle after Jim was finished deflowering me.Wait a minute. I do remember a sharp pain in my leg as if I were getting a shot.My wrist are cuffed and chained to the bars of a large baby crib where I lay on my stomach. I looked around at the room and realized with a start that I'm not in Sandy's apartment anymore. Instead, I'm in a crib in a room made to be a nursery. Over in one corner I saw a large changing table. Under the table are shelves stacked with. "Magda gave me a wry smile and said, "I just might, Larry. If only to make abeliever out of you."We didn't talk about it after that. I was more interested in the scandalouscostume she was planning to wear. I told myself she wouldn't let some otherguys hit on her. As jealous as I was, and possessive of her, I didn't knowhow I would react to that. But then after the party, when we got back to myoff-campus apartment, I would have the pleasure of privately watching her inwhatever she wore. .