Usne bola k thodi der me batayegi. Fir mjhe thoda dar dar sa lagne laga k kahi vo mana na karr e.. But fir raat me mere no pe uska call aaya. And usne... b kaha k she loves me. Fir hamari aise hi baat start ho gayi. Ham log din me 5-6 hr baat karte the. Maine sham ki coavhing bunk maar k uske sath ghoomna start krr diya. Fir ek din jbb mere mumma papa nai the ghar me to maine usko apne ghar pe bulaya and vo maan b gayi. Uss din mausam bohot sexy sa tha. Fir plan k hisab se vo shame me mere ghar aa. "Yes, well, there is also something else you should know before you get your motor humming." He sighed. "Well, before he went legit, the business my uncle was in was what we'd call 'adult entertainment' these days." Really? Are you trying to tell me your dear old uncle did skin flicks?" I paused. "And this is supposed to discourage me how?" He was a producer. Although he did a few when he was just starting out." Anyone I might have heard of?" I asked curiously."Ever hear of the Ebony Piston?". On the nearbycoffee table was an empty bottle of liquor.His hands went to his mouth fearfully as he went to the front door.Opening it up, he saw a vision he had only seen once before, during aBullchester bus ride.Olivia Tench...dressed in a tight, one-piece cherry red lycra dress,with her hair in her customarily long ponytail...smiled lasciviously asshe stepped in, forcing Tobias to back away a bit. In her right hand,she held a pair of full, plastic shopping bags. He practically shrank ashe. ." A finger probed her vagina, and she lurched in surprise -- a movement that stopped abruptly due to a tug on her leash. "Hold the fuck still!" her tormentor grated. "You know you're wet, Bitch? You're in fuckin' heat, here! Jus' goes to prove my point, don't it?" The finger slipped in, and Irma, mortified, realized that he was right. The invading finger wriggled around a bit more, then withdrew; the voice behind her murmured, "No call to do much to get ready..." -- and something the size of a.