Its the way you sat on the bike seat too much pressure in the crotch area and stops the normal blood flow, not to worry. What should I do, well Amy yo...u have to rub your crotch and get the blood flowing again, it happens to me so I play with myself to get the blood flow. Really she asked, I have to play with myself, well I can do it for you if you want, Ok she said, really, this hot little 22 year old has given me permission to pay with her pussy. I started to rub her through her tight bike. I held her face and kissed her on the lips. Pallavi didn’t respond.Then I pulled her chin up to see her face. I think she was again in a confused state. I tried to kiss her again. She moved her head sideways trying to avoid my kiss.Dr. Pallavi: Please stop this. I am married. I shouldn’t cheat on my husband. Please move away from me.Me: You are not cheating on your husband. I am your husband.Dr. Pallavi: Are you mad? What are you saying? My husband is Vikas.Me: Yaa, Vikas is your first. I am. He’d dropped the trailer so it could be unloaded; I grabbed my things and caught a ride from a friend who dropped me off near the closest ramp to the interstate highway. I’d just stand there, like a slut waiting for a pick-up, until Bill came along.Yes, I was a little more than nervous about this. He did seem like a nice guy and I was ready to trust him. What the hell…it was an adventure.I looked like a slut.I’d worn a very light and short cotton dress that buttoned up the front, a light bra. I took a big swallow and she took the cup from me. I looked up and there was the Jarl raising my legs wide and preparing to enter my woman’s wound. For a moment I heard the crowd hooting out their cheers. The Jarl’s wife was there to guide him in. In only moments I was again filled to the fullest. The Jarl’s wife said, “My sweet young thing, enjoy your special night.”Bard was announcing to all that I was the best fuck he had had and he invited all to fuck his slave.If I could have talked.