Milosky was on the phone as Jason went to the fridge, looking for something to drink. John was getting a full chance to eye the grown up man and imagi...ne doing the naughty, nasty things with him, unnoticed by his friend Jason or his father Mr. Milosky.Jason’s loud voice giving John a choice of orange juice or the 7up, almost snapped John out of the mesmerized stage as he saw Mr. Milosky, leaning hardly a foot away from his face, while his elbows were spreading on the counter. John was obviously. “You want a drink?”“Yeah, sure,” Rudolph says dismissively. He as just invested as Hanson is in this. He is also as equally pissed he just doesn’t have the same short temper as the man.Hanson walks over to the makeshift bar to pour a couple of drinks when one of his men burst into the room. “Hanson!”Turning, red in the face and angry with the sudden intrusion, he says, “What is it?”The intruding soldier trembles visibly. “It’s about Erika.” He stops and just stands there as if waiting for the. He was particularly enamored with Shruthi Hasan. Her dance moves, her curves were driving him mad and after a long long time he jacked off to a Shruthi Hasan picture in a newspaper. The feeling was wonderful, he never had achieved such gratification with his wife or by himself before. And before long he started jacking off three times a day and tried to have sex with his wife but alas Ambika had lost her sex drive, she never was interested in sex and derided her husband for his actions, Swami. Certainly, a little bit fancier than the usual village hall or back room of a pub. These things may have already been arranged but it was worth it just in case. I was busy looking through the menu of a local country house hotel when the was a sharp knock on the door. Before I had the chance to call “come in”, the door opened, and a young girl swept into the room. She was younger than I had expected by two or three years at least and very beautiful. She carried herself with the air of one who is.