” “Thank you, Rhoda. I’ll get the table ready for her.” I said. One down and two to go as I worked with still a semi-hard on to change the sh...ets on my table. From my bag I left in the sunlight on the dining room floor, I rearranged some of the new products I had bought. I didn’t let Rhoda know I had brought some new toys; I guess I was anxious to meet my new client as soon as possible and I knew that Rhoda would want to check out my array of products if she saw them. I figured next time would. It didn’t hurt that Paula also had the nicest tits and ass one can imagine. Literally. An artist; a scientist even! couldn’t have made them more appealing. She was also exceedingly intelligent and had been raised in the elite world where names on the bank account meant more than the amounts in it; where country houses in the English countryside and banana plantations in the Dominican Republic had been hers to enjoy since birth. But enough about Paula and where she’s from, etc. This story. Usko dekhte hi mera lund khada ho gaya aur mai usko kisi bhi haalat me chodna chahta tha… Agle din se mai usse looks dene laga m kabhi kabhi intentionally uske saamne hi naha ke bahar nikalta tha..Wo thodi sharmili type thi…Ye 3 din tak chalta rha agle din mai thoda late utha to pata chala ki wo pehle hi aa chuki hai maine fatafat brush kiya and room me aa gaya fir se wo pocha lagane aane hi waali thi ki maine apni pant aur underwear niche kr di and apna lund hilane lag gaya usne mujhe dekh. “I got her pregnant too.”Arthur was having trouble concentrating. Something in his brain told him to get mad, but he was having a hard time figuring out why. The boy’s words finally seeped between molecules of whiskey.“You sumbitch!” he croaked.“You know why I’ve been fucking Martha?” asked Bobby, as if he were asking something inconsequential, like where lettuce came from.“What?”“I asked you if you know why I’ve been fucking Martha,” said Bobby patiently.“What?” Arthur was having a hard time.