She heard herself then, almost as if from a distance. She was making moaning and gasping sounds, and her stomach felt as if she was going to have cram...s. She began thrusting her hips wildly into the machine as it moved into her, and her voice rose in pitch. She felt like she was right on the edge of orgasm, but couldn’t go over the top. “Oh, please, please,” she begged, “let me come, Alice.” Alice laughed, and turned off the machinery. “Oh, God,” Carla gasped.” Oh shit. Please. Don’t stop. Figuring it was in my best interest to leave him in silence until he was ready to discuss, I walked quietly to the washroom and began running a bath. I was at a loss for what I had done wrong. Again I began my mental checklist. His suits were dry cleaned and picked up, dinner was prepared and warm, served with his favourite champagne, his outfit for tomorrow was already laid out. It truly made no sense.I reached over the steaming tub of water and tested the temperature with my hand. He didn't. I took my macbook and came to the hall center table. Was just too much pissed off with her timing, so went to the kitchen and took a glass, she was arranging a few things in the refrigerator .. “didi woh coke ka bottle dena … “ she giggled and asked “kaunsa …” … to which I replied “kala wala ..” she took out the coke bottle and gave it to me and then shifted her attention to the fridge …“didi ap coke piyoge ?” I asked …“itne thandi main … na baba …” she replied …I handed her the bottle and came. I especially loved that part where you poured bourbon down our cracks and drank it up immediately. How did that taste, more bourbon or bottom?" Sandra winked at me."A little of each, though your asses were somewhat sweeter than the whiskey. Plus they didn't burn my throat going down," I replied as I washed Ninve and Sandra first instead of expecting them to serve me this time."So, you forgive us?" Ninve asked, batting those damn lovely eyes of hers at me."Oh, nothing to forgive. You're preggers.