She came close to me, grabbed my crotch, stuck her hot, wet tongue in my ear, and said, “Haan, vo to hoon. Mein teri biwi aur kutiya hoon, aur ab te...e doston ki bhi biwi aur kutiya hoon.” I reached inside her salwar and stuck a finger up her cunt. Maya spread her legs and pushed my hand deeper in her meat. The fucking bitch was already soaked! Mujhe lund chahiye Ramesh”. I started to unzip but she said, “Nahin, tumhara nahin. Vinod ka lund. Marva do mujhe. Pleeeeeease Ramesh.” She continued. She stood up to take her leave, but first turned to Richard. ‘I’ll be ready for you on Saturday night. But please don’t think of me as a whore.’ ‘You’ve nothing to worry about in that regard.’ He planted a soft kiss her on the lips and got up to leave the bar, leaving a twenty dollar bill on the table to pay for her dance. ‘See you Saturday night!’ he called to her as she strutted to the stage. THE DATE Enthused over her upcoming date, she danced with special enthusiasm the next two nights. The. It turned from the dark red to almost a black, with my moisture and I thought it was the perfect metaphor for my lust for her. We had been blood brother and sister, but not the darkness of my heart called out for us to be something much darker!Over the next few weeks, I chose to do the laundry more and more often whenever the house was empty. Each time, I would seek out a piece of my sister’s clothing and use it to focus my thoughts. I could imagine her breasts squeezed together to form a. I forgave her a minor indiscretion. From that point on, it didn't seem as though I was in control. I always had a choice or decision before me about something. Apparently I was being influenced by some other force and dealt with it to their (or its) satisfaction.What would happen to me if I turned down the role that Father Juan had just set before me? Would I be struck dead? I knew that answer immediately. No, of course not! Would I see disappointment and sadness if I raised my head and looked.