I: sorry (thinking who is this talking to me so frankly.)I: is that kirti? (some how I was able to recognize her voice.)Kirti: kya baat hai.. Pehchang...ye (happiness of I having recognized her was clearly audible in her tone.)I: aur kaise yaad kiya aaj.Kirit: appko yaad rahe ya na rahe but mujhe yaad hai… apki party due hai…I: ooh seriously. Thats so nice of you.I: party sharty rehane do. A cup of coffee will do.Kirit: she said fine. App bolo kaha or kab.I: sunday 7 pm ccd mg road.Kirit:. "Woody, what in the world are you doing?" I'm looking at the woman I spent the last two days with," he said calmly. "May I touch you? Not sexually... just to point out a few things." I guess so," she said, uncertainly.He traced a finger lightly from the middle of her back up toward one shoulder."There's a band of muscle here that bulges and ripples when you move your arm. I saw it the other day when you were in the hot tub." He walked to her side, and his fingers touched her thigh. "You're. They are linked through Ian's father and Kyle'smother."Ryan didn't believe him, so Wayne explained to him, "My son is like meyet isn't fully like me. He was adopted by me after his parents died.I'm his uncle by birth but have been his father since we were reunited13 years ago. He has a strong sense of what he needs to do and wherethings need to go. I'm as scatterbrained as they come at times. He'shead of logistics for Peterson Manufacturing while I'm just the head ofDavis Productions. I put on. ” Her eyes locked onto his at the word. “Whore.” He repeated He knew he had struck a chord with her. “Whore. Fucking whore. You want to cum, don’t you, you little cumslut whore?” She nodded. “You like that word, don’t you-whore?” “Yes.” The word came trembling out, her eyes never leaving his. “Tell me you’re my whore…my dirty little whore.” She stared at him for a few seconds, her hand still in her crotch, and then whispered, “I’m your dirty fucking whore.” “And you want to cum, don’t you?”.