I was in the mood to test her now.Me: Then know!Tanya: Make me know!Me: You sure about it? It will be borderline insane. Do you think you can handle t...e wildness?Tanya: Let’s try and find out.Me: Okay! I am going to the washroom, and I want you to follow me.Tanya: Wtf! No!Me: You asked for it. Now shut up and do as I say.She got intimidated, and I was sure that she would come. So I just got up and went to the washroom and kept the door unlocked. I was waiting, and no one came. I thought she. Both of you come on the bed and let me sit on the sofa.”Khalid and Shruti came on the bed where Asma was sleeping.Me- “Guys why don’t you take charge of Asma’s boobs. Both of you start sucking her boobs. She will wake up as a horny bitch if she finds you in that position “Both of them did as I ordered them. They started sucking Asma boobs while she was sleeping. Just after few seconds of sucking, Asma woke up and as expected she started moaning and hugged both of them.Asma- “Wow, I wish I wake. It was a foreign emotion to the usually docile man.Paul sat up and took his hands from her, looking down at her beauty, knowing that he wanted to control this woman, to show her who was the "man". He ripped the blanket down from her neck to about her waist, again exposing her. Both his hands dropped to the raised mounds of her covered breasts. They were not large boobs, nor were they overly small, but he considered them just right. None too gently he moulded them, feeling the texture and. Nick with a group of friends in a bar. The boys. Flick, flick. A rock concert. No significant other. Her heart leapt. Maybe she really should put the moves on him tonight. Flick. Her heart stopped. A selfie of Nick, seemingly at home in his football gear. What a hunk. Flick. He had removed his helmet. Flick. And his vest. Flick. He was tugging down his pants. Her finger hovered. But not for long. Flick.Holy shit! Holy fucking Christ! There was Nick Franklin, Patriots quarterback, wearing a pair.