Gupta sleeping soundly. She looked up at the finished glass of water by his side and then chuckled at her idea of using the sleeping pills, that Mr. G...pta takes every night, to extend its effect. Mr. Gupta shouldn’t be waking up before 8/9 am in the morning. She swiftly went out of the room and saw some flicker of lights coming out from Chetan’s room. Carefully she looked around and when saw it safe she knocked on Chetan’s door.Chetan was awed by seeing her standing outside. He didn’t know how. In a few seconds, the long, steel needle becameorange like, then red. Red-hot. I looked at theneedle with utter panic."Please,sir, don't do that to me. Pleaseee..." I couldn't stop crying.Edwards flickedthe switch. The needle chilled down rapidly. He took the box into his lap. Hesmiled at me. "Be calm.Only the tip of the needles will be heaten up. I need those nerve-ending inthere. If I burnt everything inside I will stab the needles into another spot.And believe me, there is plenty of space in. " I continued to get nervous and tried to raise up my head. I got an inch off the cover before the masseuse grabbed my head from behind and pushed it back down. "Oh no, mister! You must stay down right now. I'm getting into the deep massage right now". "Babe, are you okay?" "Yes, porky. Just let her massage you, okay? I'm just really tight in my thighs. He's very sk-skilled" She continued moaning. "Mister, to get better relaxed for you, I need to sit higher on you," my masseuse said. "Um,. “H-hey, that’s not fair!” He blushed brightly, but sank to his knees before the edge of the bed, watching as she sat herself down on it with a playful smirk.“You look too hot, that’s your fault…” She said simply and though he let out a protesting whine, he couldn’t help but smile a little at her expression of pure desire for him.“Okay okay…” He relented, leaning into grip her jeans, tugging them down…—–That had been days ago, he recalled, laying on his back, legs splayed wide as his girlfriend,.