”“You want my cock in your ass right now, boy?”“Yes, now,” I hissed through clenched teeth.He placed both hands on my waist. As he yanked me...towards him, he rammed his cock into my ass, past my sphincter, into my guts. It felt like my insides were on fire. I tried to wiggle away.His grip was firm; he followed me with his cock. “Where ya goin’. I thought this is what you wanted? You said you wanted it; I’m gonna give it to ya.” As I braced myself against the back of the sleeper, the trucker. , with the tip of her tongue she licked it , then tried pushing the tip into my pee hole, I winced a little my cock was rock hard againHer lips went over the head her tongue slowly circled it , she then sucked her tongue still circling,I moaned, she pulled back , and turned off the bath,Come on I want to see you pee,I told her it was hard to pee with a hard on and promised to do it after my bath.I climbed in she took the shower attachment and soaked my hair, she squeezed the shampoo on then. ”“I can’t believe it. I want to talk to him. I have to see him.”Angela looked at her for a few seconds and picked up the phone on her desk. She dialed an extension, and when it was answered, said, “Jack, I have a client wants to talk to you ... Barbara Blockings ... yeah ... fifteen minutes.” She hung up. “The investigator can see you in fifteen minutes, at noon.” She glanced at her watch, then jotted an address down on a notepad. She handed it across silently. “Call me later.”Barbara nodded. Sudha and my mom would chat after finishing the house chorus. I once overheard her telling my mom that she and the two daughters sleep in the bed room and sharma ji sleep in the living room, as it was a two room accommodation.It was after couple of months after they moved in, I had had come back from my morning badminton games and was going to get ready for the hospital that there was a knock at my room door. Still in shorts and T-shirt I opened the door. It was Mrs.Sudha Sharma. I wished her.