They’d gone about as far as they could go in her parsonage, one hell of a lot further than was wise for her to go. And, if he could get a kiss at th... end of his dates, he wanted more dates than every other week. More Sunday afternoons would meet with revolt from the church members; they expected to host her then.Well, weekday evenings were a better deal in many ways. He could move up to one a week without messing her meeting schedule up too much. If the roads kept clear, they could eat in. Any girl/woman of any age from hyd can contact me for my service at for a perfect sexual experience. Identity will be kept a secret.Well, coming to the story after having my crazy experience with my client she asked me to visit her next day also i promised and left to my house… Next day as i promised i was on my way to her house. In 20min i reached there and entered her house and called her name sanju….sanju…Within a min her maid came and told that madam had left for office for urgent business. I suppose that’s what my name came from.Well, kind of. I came to Shibuya on the back of a truck with nothing but the clothes on my back – literally. I don’t remember a thing before that – who I am, where I came from, what it is I’m supposed to be doing in this fucked-up world.What’s so bad? Well, many years before I can remember anything, probably before anyone else remember either, we met the apocalypse. No one knows what really happened or what caused it, but we all agree on one thing:. Leslie finally seemed cried out, and just sat there staring at the floor.Sheila brought me a blanket, and I knew instantly what her thinking was. We’d destroyed the enemy. The dragon had been slain. It was time for amends.I rolled Leslie onto her side with her head in my lap. I lay back and closed my eyes. Sheila covered Leslie with the blanket, and soon I had my large shawl wrapped around me by Sheila. She kissed, hesitated and then kissed Leslie’s cheek before she went upstairs.Paul and Mike.