So we went out, had coffee, roamed around in humid Chennai, did window shopping. Steve went into health and glow outlet and bought some stuff. We ate ...some snacks. And Steve said, let’s get some wine and take it to room. I asked about dinner, he said we can have instant noodles and egg. I too agreed to this plan as it was hot outside. So we got everything back to the apartment. We stripped ourselves to just underwear and Steve declared he wants to give me massage. We got wine in glasses, I got. We had a most erotic night as you would have read in my first story ? and in the morning I woke up early to find a horny Renelyn sucking my hard cock as far down her throat as she could manage LOL she's was good at doing it too and for a VERY young girl she sure could suck cock like a pro !!!I wanted to roll over and face her a little bit more ? but she seemed to be happy just laying beside me and enjoying the act of holding my extreamly hard cock in her tiny hands and doing her best to engulf. Everything in my lower region had stopped moving except the throbbing in my clit. Maybe the remote's batteries had run down. Whew, thank God for small miracles. Perhaps the worst of this was over, I thought to myself. I was wrong. Suddenly and without warning, the Sybian kicked back in again. I could hear it buzzing, and feel it moving around inside me once again. But this time it was different. The dildo wasn't just rotating, it was moving in and out as well. I was being fucked by this. And it even takes them a couple of weeks to do it.’ The thought glumly occurred to him that the same thing could happen if he were to disappear. He had no one in his life that would care if he died. No parents or siblings. His ex-wife would probably dance on his grave in glee after the hell that their marriage had been. Now that was a depressing thought. He roused himself and gave her the cockiest grin he could muster. ‘Come on partner, let’s get with it. We got people to see and a killer to.