"Chris." "So Chris did you enjoy my show?" Bill took a long draw on the cigarette. "O yes. You were very good." "I'll be a lot b...etter in the back seat." Snuffing out the smoke Bill took Chris's hand and tantalizingly pulled the astounded kid between the seats to the back seat. He had given up on stopping his passions that were so aflame by now he could not think of not having Chris. Although Chris might be a virgin he was still a male and Bill knew what the kid. "You like gettin' fucked huh, you fat little slut?" He said, and my eyes widened. I suddenly realized what had gotten me so hot. He was calling me fat. And I loved it. Absolutely adored it. "Fuck yes!" I yelped. "Fuck this fat slut, slam that big dick in my fat cunt! Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck it . . . !" My words trailed off into breathless whimpers, my eyes squeezed shut. His thrusts became harder and faster, my words apparently having an effect on him. And I writhed. “There’s only one explanation. It must be a fantasy of yours to be tied up and taken advantage of! And you’ve got plenty of fans who’d be happy to do it.” “Oh for fuck’s sake,” groans Kaypea. “This is unbelievable, I literally can’t fucking believe this is happening…” The number of viewers are quickly increasing above 10,000....It’s a good act, but you’re not buying it. You suddenly notice a brightly-wrapped box on the bedside table. Ignoring Kaypea for a moment you get up and collect it. “Do. Mai hi ghar rukne wala tha. Thodi der baad maa aur pita g chale gaye aur Poonam aa gayi. Maine zor se uske hotho ko chuma. Wo mera lun meri pant ke upar se hi sehlane lagi.“Poonam tumhare liye ek surprise hai. Bas thodi der ruk jao.”“Kya surprise hai?” “Ruko to sahi.”5 minute baad ghanti baji. Maine Poonam ko Rs.1500 diye(meri bachat) aur bahar se courier laane ke Liye kaha. Wo le aayi.“Kholo ise bade mome wali.”Jab usne khola to wo hairan ho gayi.Usme ek bada kala lun, 2 domuhe lun aur ek.