Maine socha agar Shrushti ko patana hai to mujhe Priti ko bhi patana padega.So from the very next day I started to talk with Priti aswell. Priti ke lo...ks thode desi type ke hai. Whitish color, curly hairs, big beautiful eyes, aur statistics bhi acche-khase the. So kuch din face-to-face baat karne baad hum tino ne apne numbers ek-dusre ke sath exchange kiye. There was no whatsapp at that time. So we started to chat using SMS. Din-raat hum tino chat karne lage. Priti noticed that I was attracted. It would be so incredible to touch her. To make her purr and gasp. I would give her such wicked thrill.“Maybe you should drive yourself in,” Mom said. “You have that nice car your father bought you. Shame you’re not using it.”“Oh,” I said, my stomach growing tense.She nodded her head. “Yes, yes, you should be driving around in that car, not wasting your summer in my law office.” She gave me a motherly smile while her voice sounded ... strained. “Meet some girls.”“I don’t mind,” I said. “There’s. Since this place was not so bumping we ended up leaving a bunch of us to a hotel that had smoking in it and smoked some bong and dropped some M. As I drank my moonshine, realized how fucked I was getting and the girl I dominated and my dominatrix are in the same room with me at this point with other people (something I didn't mention we are all one group of friends). Well, speeding it up people left back to the area but me and my domme stayed since paid for the room for the night spent it. And yet the miasmic appearance of the creature's flesh never seemed to waver or diminish, glowing brighter and pulsating with the beings indeterminable mood instead. The obvious was all that broke your lips "Wh- what the hell are you d- doing here?" You felt ashamed you couldn't even address the thing without a stutter. It turned its eye orbs towards your face and the pupils began to suddenly spiral in a furl of blades, before the being looked away once more examining your body critically.It's.