Meri chikh naikal gayi aur usane mera gala pakad rakha tha aur meri gand ko pel raha tha, usako fad raha tha.. Oohhhh aahhh hahh aaahhh ho oohhhh mar ...gaya sale … kalu bola “sale mardar chod abhi kaha, teri jese randi salo bad mili hai..” aur jor jor se meri gand marane laga. Oohhhii mar gayaaa…. Fuckk meee like bitchh! Oooooa hhh hhhh aaaahh… meri to puri body me jese current pasar ho raha tha.. Jese koi rod gusa diya ho!Ab usane muje utha ke jamin pe ulata pataka , me to vese bhi thak ke chur. In five years I'll sell the rights to the Japanese and they will send the finished units to us." The emphasis of the companies will all change. The lasers will start an industry so vast you cannot even comprehend it. The tape recorder business will live on by supplying special units that will be used in radio and television for editing audio."With enough engineers I can get an affordable video tape machine to market but it will not be that profitable. The Japanese have to want it and make it. I could just barely feel it touching the back of my throat but didn't gag. She then put a cord-like thing inside the tube and I could hear a few brief little electrical whines. In less than a minute she pulled the things out of my mouth."Now don't talk just yet darling, I just thinned your vocal cords for you and they'll need a few days to heal." A gas mask was placed over my face, and I heard the gas begin to flow as I wondered what thinning my vocal cords meant, and then there was. At five, Joan called to let me know how she was doing. The tone of her voice left no doubt that her Saturday night had been as eventful as mine.It was almost impossible for me to say anything, but when I said, "I slept with him," she became very quiet.Neither of us talked for a moment, then her voice, as excited as before asked, "You mean him?" "Yes," I gloated. "I slept with John. My god you should have told me how good it was to make love to a man." I did. A million times. And, if you'd.