She would ask loads of questions and the chat definitely peeked her interest and got her curious.After a few weeks of asking Jill finally agreed to do...a lap dance for both Colin and me. Her dances started out fairly tame and she wore a knee length pleated flared skirt and loose fitting top and flashed a lot of leg. Each fun night from then on she became more daring and the outfits and her dancing became more and more revealing and got more risque. She would swirl her skirt around to the music. When she pushed open the heavy door at the top of the stairs her fears were mostly confirmed. The store was total goth-central, full of worn-looking objects with skulls on them, tacky jewelry with huge gems, and even some creepy-styled objects that would look great on some goth’s computer desk at home. The place was probably run by some senile old perv. At the moment, though, there wasn’t anyone in sight, no customers and no clerks. Sara made her way up to the cash register and rang the small. They went way and said…humko thera ghar maulum hain. Wahan ayenge ek haft eke baad… I said ok…now leave me…I ran back to the office and into the hall and fell down on the couch and waited for next boss. The last boss fucked me in my pain. I was numb to all activities he did and after one hour he left at four. I was fucked for past 10 hours by more than thirty dicks…smiling… I fell asleep and by the time I got up it was five next day evening….my cunt had swollen and so was my ass. Nalini gave me. If we work it right, just a little bit of editing and splicing would set it up for later syndication so that it would make no difference to the order of the episodes."This was hailed as a stroke of genius! Another writer offered, "Maybe we could throw in a time machine so the heroine would jump back and forth in time. I vaguely remember that there was an old-fashioned 2-D TV program back in the 1960s that used that gimmick. As I recall reading about it, it worked pretty good until the producer.