Mai jaan bhuj kr unki gardan pr muh se garam hawa mar rha tha. Mera lund unki gaand ko touch kr rha tha pr unhone na apni gaand hatayi or na piche ki ...kaafi deer mai uhi thode maje leta rha. Raat ko 11 bje sb sone ki tayari krne lge. Ristedaar kaafi aaye hue the to sb aurte ek chat pr niche gadde daal kr so rhi thi or dusri chat pr aadmi. Raat ko sb aurte mehndi lga rahi thi. Mujhe bhi mehndi lagani aati hai to maa ne mujhe usi chat pr bula liya. Jassi ke ghar ke do hisse the to dono chato ke. . This was one of the reasons why I loved Jay. He knew what I needed, when I needed it and how much I needed. Night soon overtook us as the plane glided effortlessly through the sky. Jay kept dozing and I was reading as the other passengers were settling in. Having to go to the bathroom, I got in line behind a young man of about seventeen. To say he was handsome was a misnomer. To say he was perfect was the correct word. We began talking and his name was Wade Rowan. As luck would have it, he. That language and that question earned me a huge embrace, with her saying "just please promise me you'll do it again". To which I said, "yes, and next time, I'll do it BETTER".I finally staggered (it seemed) across the street. It was getting late, but there SHE was, right in place, watching TV and waiting for the opportunity to confront me ... I knew what was coming, so I pulled out the $10 – anyone remember that? I'm thankful I DID – and said, "I got paid, and got a little bonus, too".. For a minute I had hoped she would be on board. Well, I guess, me and my NYT were just going to be jerking off together.On my birthday the following week in the morning I found an envelope on the kitchen table. Inside was a card that read: “Happy Birthday, Love. Enjoy your gift. All you newspaper wishes from now on will be fulfilled by Mistress Phoenix. I already talked to her. Please make an appointment through her website.”I immediately looked up her website. Mistress Phoenix was a tall.