Angane Njan rathiyil moothu nilkkunna ente andiyil pidichu munnottum purakottum akkan thudangi. Ravile pedukkumpol vedana thonni. Penne randu divasam ...cheythilla munnam divasam penneyum cheythu ee thavana vedana thonniyilla. Pinne athu sthiramayi. Enikku pratyekichu oru feelingum thonniyilla. Angane kure divasangal kazhinju onpathinte pareeksha kazhingu ini venalkkala avadhi.njan ente ratri paripadi Thudarnnukondirunnu eppol ente tholi kuchukoodi purathekku vannu kazhinju.Orudivasam pathivupole. ‘Marjorie?’ I sat back, smiling and nodding my head again. ‘You’re telling me, that you are the one to place, or should I say, suggest her name to me?’ ‘I am…and I did,’ I assured her. Marjorie was the night shift supervisor where Gayleen and I both worked. She was in her late fifties to early sixties perhaps. Always a no nonsense kind of an individual, with a gruff demeanor, and a permanent scowl on her face that looked like it had been painted there. But Gayleen and I knew something that no. I was ready for some anamilistic sex not some prick teasing by a few inexperienced tarts. I threw another $100 on the table & told the girls to treat themselves but took Lisa by the hand & told the girls Lisa would be back soon as she had to pay off the drinks tab for the 3 of them. They all looked worried, as they should have, but Lisa was to drunk to protest & the other 2 were already at the bar liquoring up.I took Lisa into the back lane behind the nightclub, shit I had a wife & 2 k**s at. They can't get us down." To my horror, my voice cracked and I started to cry. It's that bastard, Eric! I thought. He's the one's getting me down!Mark just held me tighter. I felt him squashing my boobies and tried to smother the abrupt wave of cock-hunger that washed over me. I cried harder and he squeezed harder and I had to squirm. I mean, my hips were squirming. I was sort of curling up around him and panting through the sobs and my pussy was burning up!I don't know how he did it, but.