He's one of the star players on the team. Come with me." Nichols turned and walked into the office. He snapped on the light switch and picked up a pho...e. He dialed and smiled just a little, grim and determined, while he waited for someone to answer. Finally, he said, "Ben? Mr. Nichols. Yeah, sure. Look, you better get over here, 'Bradford's raping your girl. Hell, I don't care what you do to him. Bradford doesn't work for me any longer. Just don't kill the son of a bitch. I don't want you in. Debbie wasstanding in her dressing area brushing her beautiful auburn hair. I stoppeddead in my tracks. She wore a long, red, sheer nightgown with a pair of redlace thong panties. And no bra! Her luscious breasts jutted outward againstthe thin, featherlike material, her erect nipples poking out invitingly.She turned, coyly smiled, and walked deliberately toward me. She stoppednext to me and kissed me softly on the cheek. "Lee," she whispered sexily,"I love you dear. Thank you for what you did. She especially enjoyed having me put on a large pink strap-on, madewith skin-like soft yet firm material, which looked like a real veinedpenis with empty ball sack that stretched over my pink chastity cage,hiding my raging sex, compressed by the unyielding plastic shell. Withthat cruel setup, I took her orally, vaginally and anally, screwing herbrains out, relishing in her constant multiple screaming (except for thetimes when She was gagged) orgasms, and going insane with my ownunsatisfied. Even when she was in her 6th month she had just a bulge but nothing more.She was worried if she will be able to feed her baby. Her husband, Mr. Manohar (Mannu in short, as called by Neelima) was very handsome. He had ripping biceps and a body of steel like John Abraham or Salman. Contrarily my husband was rather skinny or bony you can say.But all are as per their luck and destiny. No one can change it. Manohar, who is Shashi’s colleague also had come to the airport to drop his wife Neelima. She.