In the other room (this is what happened as told by Huma).Mitch : “First let me make a confession and promise me you will not go mad at me…”Huma...: “No Mitch, i think i kinda know, what you gonna say…. gut feel you know…. but anyways, go ahead and confess”Mitch : “Well…. hmmm…The day i saw you back in India, i have been fantasizing about you and i mean, i so wanna feel you and for that i wanna thank your boss for getting you here”Huma : “Hmmm…well, you know Mitch, i wanna help you with this, but. She lay still for moments, savoring the feeling of the toys inside her. She liked feeling filled. She grabbed her cell phone and texted me a message. “Hey, how are you?” My cell phone chimed. I read her message and texted her back. “I’m good. How have you been?” “I need to hear your voice. May I call you?” I dialed her number and waited for her to answer. “Hi Gil,” she moaned in a small voice. “Hello Mandy, it’s been a while, are you alright?” “I’m okay. I wanted to hear your voice,. “My, my, lookie here…lookie here. two little sissy birds as sweet as can be, waiting on a real man’s BBC.’ I snickered. “Holy shit daddy, I didn’t expect you so early. I didn’t respond as I carefully examined the 6-foot even, a 225-pound sergeant with his big fat round ass. I could easily see without his clothes; Albright was a true one-hundred percent bottom. “God your cock his huge,” Albright declared. I pointed at Diggs and ordered. “Did you buy the rum?”“Yes, Drill Daddy, it’s on the shelf. He needs a name Heather thought as she walked toward her bathroom on wobbly legs. There was a knock on her front door, Heather considered not answering it. But if they had been out there when she was passed out in the laundry room, they might be worried. Worried neighbors were nosy neighbors. With a sigh, she paused and grabbed her bathrobe then went to answer the door. Her landlord stood on her porch, "Hi Heather, I just wanted to check and make sure you were okay after the storm." He said..