If you don’t believe me you can check for yourselves,” I told them.Jan sat there looking like she was attempting to process what I said. Mara reac...ed into my trunks to find my limp dick.She is really good at getting me hard. Could she be a teen prostitute instead of just being a slut?“Hey Jen. You have to check him out. His little dick is not any fatter than my middle finger and just a tiny bit longer. I haven’t ever felt a tiny dick this small that had hair around it,” Mara said.Jen snapped. So, I have no choice but to muddle through, one day at atime, and try not to get myself killed along the way.One thing that admittedly bothers me is that I don't know whether or notI am the only one from my reality who has ended up here. I have madesome discreet and roundabout inquiries with both Willow and Dawn to findout if they are actually Jake and Scott, respectively, but I haven'tmanaged to get an intelligible answer from either. They obviously do notunderstand what I have been driving at. . But I’m sure she’s hoping we can help, and she thinks we have the resources. She’s right, of course.”“Exactly, Nikki. Now, think back to your time before Dan. How do you think Tara feels right now?”“I know exactly how she feels, Cindy. She’s scared to death, afraid to do anything, because so much has happened that she can’t see a path forward. But what’s your point?”“Nikki, here’s what I’m thinking: Mizz Patel is going to call her either tonight or tomorrow, offer the prospect of a solution,. They had dimmed the light but I was still able to see what was going on.I slowly moved toward the door and looked inside. The bed was straight ahead on an angle so I was able to see everything where I stood. When I looked inside, I could see Mr. Sultanali laying on his back. My wife was on her side just above his legs. She was licking his shaft. Rajshree had her left hand massaging his testicles while she held his shaft with her right hand. I focused on her action when I finally realized how.