Wait. (aisa kahkar maine apna right hand uske gaand pe rakh diya)She: Ouch. Kya kar rahe ho?Me: Agar maine sahi sahi bata diya to mujhe kya inaam mile...aa?Aisa kahkar maine apne hath ke bitte se uske gaand ko measure karna shuru kar diya.She: Achha jee. Kya inaam chahiye aapko?Aur ye kya kar rahe ho?Me: Main aapke hips ka size measure kar raha hoon. Aur mujhe inaam me aap chahiye!Usne kuch der socha fir kaha.She: Thik hai jee. Manjoor!Me: 36 ka ass hai tumhara.She: Issssh! Right. Aap sahi ho.Me:. After a while I started dancing with a tall, muscular black boy who was a bit older than me. He was forceful in all the right ways, grabbing my hips and ass and moving me across the noticeable bulge forming in his pants. Even though I was rolling I could feel pussy getting wet. Eventually he said we should take a break from the dancing and head to the bleachers. I, thinking that we were just going to make out, eagerly went along. We went to a dark corner of the bleachers, out of sight from most. I would liketo get some air. - Care to join me?" I folded my napkin and placedit on the table while attempting to rise from the table withoutfalling off my heels."Chambers, please get Dan's mink and bring mine as well - we'll begoing out to the patio. Serve the brandy in the study and pleasedraw the patio drapery."He returned with the furs and helped Margaret with hers, whileleaving me to fend for myself.As we stood amongst the moon shadows she turned and kissed me. Ikissed her back. She. The fantasy was working. She was getting closer. Finally, it happened. The Sultan would be hers tonight. She convulsed outside with her dance while her insides convulsed around their silicone invader. After it was over, she nearly collapsed from the exertion, but her love muscles still clinched tight on the squid as if they didn’t quite know how to stop. She gasped as a second wave of pleasure swept over her. She caught her breath for a couple minutes, then realized she was on the clock again.