Time passed by and so did my urge to fuck her. I would masturbate 5-7 times a day fantasizing about her going to her house especially when Tushar woul...n’t be around so I can stare at her body all I want without being caught by Tushar.One day in the afternoon I went to Tushar’s house and Sandhya told me that he had gone out for four days to his aunty’s house, I saw this as the golden opportunity and asked her if I can sit for half an hour as there is one at my house, she looked at me. “He’s a very special man to me and I can’t bear to think I am letting him down through my stupidity.” “When you say special?” “Oh, no, nothing like that,” Mia countered quickly sensing my reasoning. “No, your father wouldn’t do anything like that; nothing can come between you and him. I know what you have together.” “You do?” “Yes,” she said evenly. “Me and Toby had the same thing. He is the only man I have slept with.” “You and your brother!” I wasn’t being judgmental or anything, just. All indications over the phone were that the bad Arlene was still on that balcony on Thirty-third Street. But Richard was never good at judging people over the phone.When he reached the lobby, Arlene was waiting with a big smile.Looks good so far, Richard thought. Her dress was modest, and her smile was happy.She ran towards him and hugged him tightly."Oh, Richard, thanks for meeting me. It's so good to see a familiar face, after an audition full of strangers." Glad you're here safe, Arlene.. She danced like a professional, a lap dancer in the sleaziest club in town, she writhed, gyrated, rocked and rolled and when the music ended in a crescendo of noise, she leaned over and kissed me.Her mouth was wet and she tasted of alcohol, as her tongue snaked between my teeth I pulled her down onto my lap and slipped my hands under the back of her skirt,"Yes Terry" she breathed, "Yes darling"Her fingers found my zip and slipped it down, her fingers felt cool as she took my erection out and.