Harsh – Yes, di. I like you a lot.Nisha – What are the things you have imagined with me?Harsh – Everything.Nisha – Everything what?Harsh – I...want to hug you, kiss you, and love you.Nisha – Ok.Harsh – Will you allow me?Nisha – Let’s see.Harsh – Ok, di.Nisha – Acha. Do you have a whitener?Harsh – Yes, di.Nisha – Acha, I need it. Come to the balcony.Harsh – Ok, di.(Their balcony was attached).Harsh went to the balcony and Nisha was standing their in a sleeveless low necktop and her sexy deep. He was now operating all three cameras and going back and forth between Dana and the mannequin which was also festooned in the same identical pattern as Marty had created on his victim. Then Larry turned on a motor and a mirror began rotating, creating an almost seamless connection between Dana and the look-alike dummy. Dana was now hanging in a much different position, ankles and wrists tied tightly with wire and ropes attached to her battered tits, supporting the entire weight of her body. A. Neither of us spoke for what felt like minutes. “You were out of line,” I finally said to her.She took her face off of her pillow. “You were asking pointless questions and being naive,” she replied. “We didn’t need that.”“I’m not a child,” I replied.“Children keep asking ‘why’ over and over. Milo’s a dick, Milo did a dick move, you don’t need to know why.”“I’d like to!” I protested. “It concerns me. This is literally a rumor or whatever about me.”“What would it solve knowing every little. Does your body know I am not your husband? Will your soft, fertile pussy ripple around my cock as I shoot into you?I push my cock down to point into you, and gasp at the sudden wet heat as the head pops inside you. I grip your hips and slide fully into you in one long, slow, delicious stroke.Your head flies up and I know I am caught! I must feel different than your husband! Your head spins around, and I see the flash of shock, and recognition, then you see my most winning smile and my finger.