She was wearing a platinum blonde wig, down to her shoulders. Her tank top was so thin the pigment of her brown nipples showed through plain as day, a...d to cap it, she had on skintight shorts and black stilettos. In a downtown bar, they might have looked almost at home, though they might also have gotten busted as hookers. Out here, in the country, they looked as much at home as Michael Jackson would have.Still, being stared at and being obviously lusted after was a real thrill, one that Tricia. Aur next 2–3 minutes mein voh meray apartment ke andar aa chuki thi. Apparently toh koi pareshaani wali baat nahi lagti thi. Mein living room mein baitha newspaper aur coffee se lutf andoz ho raha tha aur voh meray saath baith gayee thi.Without any hesitation or fickle ous ne kaha keh mein ousko bedroom mein le jaaoun aur ousko chodoun aur apni manee ka pura load ouski phuddi mein daal doun. Ouske face par koi special taasur nahi tha. Mein ne ouski baat suni thi magar sahi tarah se samajh nahi. Hands again at his neck fastened the cordage to the same D-ring. Pulled taut, the cord held his cock upright and straining painfully. Paul now knew that every movement would be pure torture.There was another tug on the leash. Paul dropped to all fours, aware of the fact that with his head held up by the leash, the cord attached to his cock and balls was even tighter. He began to follow the direction of the tugs, eager to release the pressure from his tortured genitals. Hands and knees sinking. "I think I know how he did it, Ram." "Huh? How you figure?" "He stood on a block of ice until it melted. He must have wanted to die real bad. He slowly strangled." "Jeezus! He must have been a loony." "I guess, or doped to the gills. Why'd you call me over here anyway, to play Sherlock Holmes?"He had one of your business cards in his wallet. You know a Mark Hess?" "Never heard of him; maybe he picked it up at McGinty's, he always keeps some behind the bar." "Could be, anyway that's the deal so.