” Dr. Sundari stood up and turned her back to me. “You will never experience bliss. Not ever. Not even your future incarnations.”“So? I’m fu...ked?”“You can always go back and get her to complete her contract.” She turned around and looked into my eyes and said: “Yes, you are fucked, because your karma is set. Other than going back, you are doomed.”“Who is she? When is she?” I had to know. Clint’s apartment was seventh floor of a ten-story building in a seedy neighbourhood of Chicago, North. I watched as she was finger fucking her self. She then stopped and stood up I thought she was going to walk over to where I was, but no she went to grab one of her toys from her dresser drawer. My heart skipped a beat as she walked again by the door. She got up on the bed and moved almost as like she knew I was there at the door and she spread her legs. Then she took the head of the toy and started running it over her pussy lips. Then ever so often she would push the head just into her pussy. They sit down next to a coconut tree and stare at the horizon, while the sun is slowing setting down in a spectacular sight. Her head lays on his shoulders, his right arm around her, her sexy legs laying on his legs.Their eyes meet once again and they immediately start to kiss. Her tongue, powered by her proud latina attitude is longing for his tongue. The fingers of his right hand are slowly stroking on the soft fabric of her white dress, following her well curved body. Her right hand is going. Her breathing slowed. Her eyes weren’t flickering about under their lids. I could tell she was suppressing a smile.I was stiff. I was too hot. I was cranky. I needed to pee. She was an oven. She was rubbing her fingers in small circles over my belly. She was making a not-at-all subtle move down and down. I took a deep breath. I reached for her face and pinched her nose.The sputter and flapping slaps of her fingers against my hand warmed the cockles of my heart.“You’re awake?” I grinned.“Yes!.