He let out a moan that let me know it was time to take him all in, so I wrapped my lips around his throbbing cock and took him all the way down my thr...oat gagging gently. His moans got louder and faster, but he asked me to stop and take a break so he could focus on me, and finally see more than a fleeting glimpse of what he saw earlier. He picked me up by my waist, and sat me on the counter, spreading my long legs open so he could finally get a good look. What he saw was a bare, tight, slippery. I had just returned from the kitchen where I had picked up a bottle of beer when I heard raised voices from the living room.“Why the hell did you have to invite that fucking dyke Chez?” It wasn’t hard to recognise Mark’s voice.“Because she’s my friend and I wanted her to come ok.” I could hear the restrained anger in Wishes voice and I hurt for her. I wanted to go to her, to offer her my support but I thought that would probably make things worse.“Fucking hell Chez! You’re spending so much time. Literally. 8.Taking two steps into the Studio, I froze in mid-stride,bewildered for the second time that morning. The Back Roomlooked bigger. No, not just bigger - gigantic. Thedimensions had altered; space itself had expanded,thrusting out in all directions. I shook my head in muteastonishment - the room had been enormous to begin with:now it was colossal, monstrous, the size of a city block.Picture windows loomed as tall as skyscrapers, potplantswaved their ferny heads below an impossibly. Then i lied to saritha that i was actually an aspiring director of hindi movies.I told her that i was studying in a film school in mumbai. She was a maid servant so believed it easily. All this time my whole body was shaking a little bit because i all this time saritha was watching my erection. Then i asked her if she would like to see some songs and scenes from movies which i had helped in directing. She said…” really? Did u directed film?”. I said …”yes. Do u want to watch?” to which she.