"Careful," she said and she waved the box at me.The next stroke brought a groan tinged with a bit of desperation and she must have picked up on the ch...nge in tone because midway through the next stroke(and groan) she pressed the button.Once again I jumped and yelled through my gag as I fought the jolts stemming from my core.Once again, she laughed as she watched me jerking helplessly in my chains.At last, she released the button and resumed her downward strokes.During those fifty or so. The fresh air would be good for me.I got to my house to see two cars in the driveway: my dad's and a car Ididn't recognize. I thought that this was sort of weird considering myfather normally came home at around six. I entered quietly, wanting to seewhat was going on.I didn't see anyone around but I heard something coming from my parents'bedroom so I walked up the stairs. Through the crack in the door I got aneyeful. There was a girl, couldn't have been more than nineteen riding myfather's. Shaani; main samj gaye hon aap ki baat . phalhay apni mom or dad say baat kar lo agar wo na manay to……..?Rocky; didi wo main mana lu ga muj pay chhoray .. aap karwa day ge ?Shaani; haan haan zaror… jasay main bolon ge wasa ho ga . magar aik baat hai saaf saaf …. maray ghar walay rich nahi hain tum logo jasayRocky; oh com on didi …. agar wo mujay passand aa gaye or main osay to phir koi problem nahi .Dosto , main apni real behan say apni he shaadi ki baat apni he chhoti behan say karnay ki baat. Am I right in tninking it's Chanel No 5?She looked at me, slightly bored, like she'd heard this a thousand times before."could be....". she said. "And you are?"Jack, said I. If you ARE Chanel, we've been chatting online for a while. If you're not, then you still smell amazing.That's the worst chat-up line I've heard in a very, very long time, she said. But go back to the bar, get a bottle of Pol Roger and come back here, and maybe you can redeem yourself. And I'll tell you how to speak to a.