Din unke ghar bhi nhi gya dar ke maare to agle sin mere ghar wale kahi function main gy to unko agle din ana tha shaam ko to vo jaate jaate bhabhi ko ...eh gy ki usko khana khila dena to bhabhi ne bola kk main dedoongi aap chinta mat kro aap jao to mumma papa chle gy or bhabhi khana leke ayiTo main mooh neecge karke khana khane lga to ek dum unohne poocha to kal upar mujhe dekh kar kya kar rha tha to mere ek dum gala sukh gya or main chup chap beth gya to usne fir poocha btao kya kar rhe the to. Excitement began to build. The words of affirmation ignited a desire to continue to produce. He began to wonder if he could be the lover the character he created was.One fan in particular was of great interest as she described being drawn in, experiencing the emotions of the submissive in the story, wanting desperately to be controlled in that manner herself. The two realized their close proximity, and again, thoughts swirled in his head. "Is this me?" "Can I control like my character?" "Would. Saadi me unki kamar and nabhi, jyaada tar dikh jaati thi and yeh deekh kar meri toh saasen ruk jaati thi. Main such me pagal ho jaata tha unhe dekhne ke baad. Woh dikhne me sundar nahi thi par unka chehra ek seedhi saadhi housewife ki tarah tha aur mujhe woh bahut pasand thi. Aur unke sexy hot jism ke bare me toh main aapko bata hi chuka hun.To huya yeh ki, kyun ki humara ghar aas paas tha, meri mummy ke saath unki aksar baaten hua karti thi. Woh meri mummy ke kaphi kareeb thi. Isi liye mera. I have the time. What do you want?’ ‘I want you to help Jacob fix his session.’ Both of our eyes widen. ‘No way,’ Russell says slowly. ‘No fucking way, Bennie. That little-‘ ‘Stop, Walter. Just…stop.’ Bennie looks between us with a tired frustration. ‘This isn’t about you. It’s not about either of you. It’s not about liking each other, or being friends, or holding hands. It’s sure as shit not about puppy dogs and rainbows. This is about a recording session that is in danger of becoming a real.