“He came from this tunnel,” Arach said, pointing down an archway leading out of the crypt. “I bet his quarters are that-a-way too.”“Or maybe...we have disturbed him while animating yet another batch,” Tear hazarded, then sniffed. “No smell of decay. Maybe you’re right.”“Or maybe our noses have surrendered to this stench ages ago,” Arach said, drawing her blade. She crept into the tunnel. It was maybe five feet wide and long, narrow furrows were dug into the sides of the walls, barely large enough. But, one stood out from the rest. It was chrome and nearly as large around as Big Ben, my anal show monster dildo. It glinted in the light like a phallic disco ball.After I wiped down the new toy I squeezed some lube over it as it sat on my prop table. As the goo ran down the chrome, I reached between my legs and pulled my red plug out, making a loud popping sound with my mouth. I could feel the cool air and looseness that accompanied removal.I turned around and bent over, reaching between my. So during those days in Bangalore, I needed a girl for a date and to show me around the city for the duration of my stay, as all my colleagues in the company are busy compelling the reports for the meeting.Then, I started exploring single girls, through dating app, finally got a match with gorgeous, sexy and hot looking girl named Sonarika.Started with regular hello, hi messages, on the first day, then we chat till 3.30 in the morning talking about different topics. She was very intelligent and. I couldn’t spot a major imperfection in Lou Anne.After she had gone I found that she was a very forgettable woman. Maybe that was a good thing for a fed. Definite not for a TV cop though.Nothing much happened for a few days. I checked my bank account and found a grand in it. I was definitely flush. The money was burning a hole in my pocket figuratively. I just had nothing I wanted to buy. I mean I liked my life style just as it was.Well I did buy a hundred bucks worth of fishing gear. I bought.