"You want to keep going?" she asked."I think there is more to this story line," I said."Oh, there definitely is," she said smiling."But, let's talk fr...nkly for a moment," I said."Yes?" she asked."Does IT have a name? Mine is called my cock," I said."I call it Hercule. It's a French name for Hercules," she said."An unusual name for a penis," I said."You haven't see it erect," she said."Big?" I asked."It's a donkey dong," she said."I'll have to see that to believe it. Just the same, I'm not. Slowly I started unbuttoning my blouse hooks , which were in front and in a few secondswhen I looked up I was amazed . Ketan was standing in front of me rubbing his nearly 7 or 8 inch long and cock pointing it towards me . His eyes were on me, I hadn’t taken off my blouse , just unbuttoned it and the sight hardened my nipples and my cunt became wet . He was rubbing his cock to and fro and I could see its pink head, full of blood, and his wet peep hole.I was horny and I was loving every moment. He dwelt there, on her clit, labia, even rolling down toward but not quite reaching her anus - teasing her, driving her increasingly mad.Suddenly, he stopped.And "disappeared" again.Nothing. For moments. Hours. DAYS.She knew better than to say anything. He'd punish her rather than titillating her - he'd hurt rather than reward. She couldn't say anything.She couldn't hear him, though, and as her flush faded, as her skin cooled and she began to come back to herself, she wondered what his next. I thought no one was in the house so I was try to move out at that priya called me. After that I saw that she was lying in bed. I went to near I asked where is your brother she said he went to school. I said ok I am leaving. She asked then what for u came to house. I said “Summa bore adikuthu athan un annan koda pesitu polam nu” (It was boring so I like to have chat with your brother). She asked me why u wont talk with me (ye en koda pesa matingla). I said sure I will talk to u. She was lying.