I opted out using any friends or acquaintances, as I didn’t want to be familiar with anyone - anonymity was essential. So as I continued my normal s...cial routines, I kept an eye open for potentials. I even got “lucky” one night, when I got ‘hit on’ by a woman. A Beautiful blue-eyed blonde. I let her play and flirt with me for a while, deciding to definitely let her be in my game. Slowly but surly I gathered a list of people whom I would want to play and be played with. Now for the setting. I. Wo jaise hi chikhne k liye muhh kholti mai aapna jeev uske muhh mai ander dal deta. Kch der uske chuut pr lund ragarne k baad wo kafi grm hogayi r abtk do baar jharr chuki thi. Fir maine uske doodh dabana suru kiye r wo fir se kafi garm hone lagi maine use gulabi nipples ko massalta hua kbhi chuussta hua usse boht maze de raha tha.Ab mai usse kiss krta hua uske chuut k pass aagya uski chuut boht white h r ander puri red. Mai uski chuut ko uuper se kiss jaise kara uski siskiyaan nikal jati usse. "I am still trying to get my tongue around the name. My lack of comments must have triggered my unasked question to Mckenzi."She is an American of Arabic decent. She was an Emergency Room Nurse, recently discharged, and was a bit disoriented when she first hit the street; but, after a couple of weeks at my female 'Vet Help Center', she is ready for action. A large point in her favor is that she is an excellent cook." Mckenzi, if you have that much confidence in her, she has the job; if she. I tell you, it all scared the shit of me. But I still felt detachedfrom the news. I had this huge sort of drugged hangover and feltphysically awful. . . . . .Three days later I was back in my apartment in NYC. I was trying topiece together my scattered notes. I was trying to concentrate. Istill felt detached and groggy. My body ached to my bones. I sleptfeverishly, sometimes for days at a time.Reality eventually caught up with me. I'd wake up for brief periodsduring that phase and.