Over the years, I've had quite a number of fantasy lovers. Marianne, with the big breasts and round, bouncy ass. Many's the time I bounced off it as I...plowed into her from behind. Ginette, the intellectual, who liked to talk about English literature and Renaissance architecture, but was a red-hot maniac in bed. She would climb atop me and ride for hours, conjugating irregular Latin verbs and pumping me in the same rhythm. Theresa, the madonna, who swore she would have become a nun if only she. Darwaaja phele se hi khula hua tha. Main andar cala gya. Ritika kahi nahi dhikh rahi thi. To maine bedroom ka darwaaja knock kiya ritika ne jaise hi darwaaja khola, main dang reh gya usne ek transparent nighty phenee hui thi. Uske boobs saaf saaf dikhai de rahe the usku samaj a gya ki main use dekh rha hoon, to usne mujhe hall main bethne ko kha .kuch der ke baad wo aa gayi aur maine apni subject problems batayi. Usne wo solve kar di. Aur main ghar cala gya. Saari raat main uske bare main socta. Plus, if you give it a chance then I'm sure that you'll have some fun and maybe this relationship can keep going." What do you mean, if I'm man enough to do what a woman has to do?" I didn't think this was exactly going to be a good thing for me."Well, if you'll go through what I go through to get ready without complaining and without backing out of it I guess we can forget how rude and obnoxious you just were." Her reply sounded innocent enough but as I rolled it around in my head I realized. On the back he had written: ‘heard about your work for charity -bring slut - we can all have some fun’.Back at the table, with suzy alternating between sucking on her son Mike and his girlfriend Rachel; a text arrived from an unknown number, which Annie would normally have ignored, but this felt different.The message simply said: ‘be here at 10:00 tomorrow - I'll send a car’.He had clearly done his homework, so Annie replied ‘Yes Sir,’ wondering what he really had in mind.Saturday MorningA car.