She asked why he didn't get one, and he stammered something about not having any cash. She told him next time he should bring some extra money, a lap...dance isn't so bad, you can't touch her anyway right? He said yes but she can touch me. His wife said, that must be pure torture, to have a beautiful woman rub all over you, feel your hard cock against her and can't do anything about it. Maybe torture for her too, to get all worked up and can't have that hard cock. I know how much I love to. Last two weekends I had sent her to one of her friend’s home to stay overnight but couldn’t do it this time so I made another reason to Ali that she was sick and sleeping in my bedroom. Ali made no more enquiries and we talked, how was the party? Ali asked fantastic I repliedMrs. Shah wants me to keep parties regularly as she on the whole enjoyed it. She enjoyed every bit of it Ali said, talking mostly to himself but I understood very little. On the verge of dusk we started drinking again and I. Ah… haa… aurrrr…. Karooooo……. Karteeee.. rehoooooooooo….Haaaaaaa………. Mazaaaaaaaaa……… aaaaaaaaa……. Rehaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…… Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyy………. Haaaaaa……….. Ahhhhhhh………..Me: Ye karo kya hota hey? Chodne ko bol. Nahi to teri chut se mera Lund nikal lunga [use chodte huve maine dhamki di].Heena: Nahiiiiiii……… Mat. Nikaaalnaaaaaaaa………….. Chodte rehoooooooooooo……….. Mujheee………… Aurrrrrr…… Chodoooooooo…….. Mujheeeee………….. Haaaa……. AAAAhhhhhhhhhhh…………… Chodte rrrehoooooooo…………………Me: [Tezi se use chodne. I was about a block away from my apartment where I could store my newly purchased figurines and signed merchandise, when it happened. A signed figure of my favorite isekai protagonist, Kasubito, fell out of my overstuffed bag into the road. As I reached down to pick it up, I dropped even more things from my bag. Unwilling to let them go, I stayed in the road, gathering my merchandise, even ignoring the headlights and honking of my fated isekai truck...”“Great...another NEET,” said the angel,.