"I knew the other women were afraid of Rosa and probably for good reason. I had no illusions that my unseen locked up friend was any beauty and knew s...e was probably Hispanic and fatter than my pretty overweight mother. Still, my fantasy world pictured her as just like Eva Marie Saint going down on Marlon Brando in "On the Waterfront". I could almost feel her soft lips wrapped around my teenaged cock sucking me dry and spitting my cum out on the blistering hot sidewalk. A little package shaped. ” Maine kaha,”Pehle Ambu aata tha yeh sab kaam ke liye.” Usne kaha,”Haan, woh gaon gaya hai isliye.” Maine itna kehkar waha se nikal gayi. Mission pura ho gaya tha. Maine usey uksaya tha!Ab main hall mein gayi aur sofe par baith gayi. Mujhe mazaa aaya tha usey iss tarah se ghoorte dekh. Main waha baith ke soch rahi thi ki itna bas hai ya aage bhi kuchh karna hai. Kyu ki baat control se bahar bhi nahi jaani chahiye. Ek stage ke baad mujhse raha nahi jayega aur mujhe sex karne ka mann hoga chahe. He just took my money and waved me in.The crowd consisted of people of all ages, shapes and sizes. Leather clothing was quite prevalent. There was a variety of costumes, police and military for the most part, with a few executioners thrown in. While there did not appear to be any full or obvious nudity, many people wore the bare minimum. In the case of one woman, it could swear that all she was wearing was body paint, but I couldn’t get a close enough look to be positive. Some well-endowed. Now he waited, defeated. The voice taunting him every three hours would be back soon, and here on the thirty-fifth day, he had no more expectations. The first week was filled with questions, attempts at bargaining. The second- nothing but insults, by the third he knew the game involved his mental anguish and though he cried for help at certain points, the inevitability of no answers seeped its way in. At week five, he knew by experience the voice would arrive soon, but he also knew none of his.