How long she continued to torment me I have no idea. I was never u*********s but all I could know was that inexorable yoni swallowing me time and time...again. I couldn’t sense anything else, not the pillar I was tied to, the stone I was sitting on, the silken material holding me helpless, even my own body. All I knew was that I was drowning in her yoni, surrounded by her yoni, sinking into her yoni and swallowed whole by it.Finally I could breathe again for a few seconds as that priestess had. She knows my time when i come home and go usually i come home at around 7 pm or 8 pm depends on lecture and job this way whole year passed away i became friendly with everyone in my tower and all thanks to bhai and bhabhi who usually kept me addressing good person in front of other society members now here bhai had to go out of state for 8 days for some new arrival of his product usually bhai don’t go but this time he decided to go and insisted me to have dinner and breakfast at his home only. Those flashbacks became longer and longer until they actually became the story and the first person narrative fades away. How well that actually works, I'm not too sure. I'm actually typing this before writing the last chapter or two though, so I'm hopeful that it'll prove entertaining enough, and the story is interesting enough, that readers wull overlook my odd desires to do things the "hard way" so to speak.Second of all, this story is taken kind of from the heart of a much larger piece and. Anyway, this meant I could take off early from work and meet Louise and Andy at the apartment so we could all go to dinner together. Not the end of the world.I drove home and got there about 3 pm. I saw Louise's Miata in the carpark and was surprised. I had thought Andy's flight got in at 4pm and expected she would be at the airprort. Must have been mistaken, I thought.I headed up in the elevator to the apartment and went in. There in the living room were Andy's suitcases. There was music.