" I admitted."How about the old downtown pharmacy," he suggested. "It's 42 x 68 and three stories tall." I don't know the dimensions aren't what I wou...d like, but I would be more than happy to take a look at it," I admitted."When are you free," he asked."Let's do it after lunch," I suggested."I'll meet you in the parking lot at 2PM, if that is okay?" he asked."2PM in the rear works for me just fine. I'll see you there," I said. I sat down in my own living room to stare out the window at the. That was Jessie’s guilty pleasure. Which reminded her, she needed an anti-fat treatment from Linda. She’d gained back five pounds during the trip across the Atlantic. Blame it on Cooky and his good cooking! Not the ice cream.Jessie wondered how close to the edge Linda was standing. The stress she was under had to be incredible. There’s no way a person could kill thousands of people, and not have it leave scars on their soul. Even if those she killed richly deserved what happened to them. It was. We started kissing again and I fondled with her boobies for almost 15 minutes. The wet bodies were again asking for mating. She said Shekhu please fuck me na.That statement is like fantasy of every boy who know even little about sex and I was turned on to my limits. We stood up I made her stoop a little farther and she kept one of her leg on the toilet commode. I had seen this position in porn movies but I wasn’t sure if I will be able to do it. Somehow I managed to put my dick inside her pussy. His response was always a demand I beg for the dog. Soon, and as my need grew great and my will weakened, I began internally justifying the eventual outcome of my torture. What was another time, after all? But I couldn’t beg for it. I wouldn’t. So the torture continued. There were occasions, moments of fleeting control when I snapped back and became angry with Jake, demanding he untie me and issuing a strong statement. It did no good. His response was always more torture, more demands.