So, I should start the story. I live alone in my 2 bed room flat in Mumbai doing some business related to the film industry. One Sunday morning, I was...sleeping till late and suddenly the phone rang and I lazily picked it up. There was Priyanka at the other side. She was actually in a hurry. She said “Hello Amit, how are you?” I replied and greeted her “Hi Priyanka, I am fine, good morning.” Then she continued “ok, can we meet today?” I said “Yes why not? Come to my home anytime. It’s Sunday.”. “Another victim of the Hitchhiking Butcher was found at the bottom of a gorge early this morning by sightseers who stopped at a scenic overview to take pictures. The slain motorist’s name is being withheld pending family notification. This is the sixth victim in the last four days to be discovered.”Tommy liked his room in the old hotel. It had satellite TV so he could watch all the major news feeds. His favorite was the seven a.m. newswatch with Kitty Craters. She had her prose down perfectly. Cathy’s tongue danced over his stiffening organ as he lapped her folds, finding her just as wet as Amber had been. He couldn’t wait to have his cock buried inside her as well. Soon enough, he stretched the brunette’s lips as her juices dribbled into his mouth. John managed to get one last swipe of his tongue as Cathy lifted her hips. She once again stood and turned around before settling to her knees over his erection. She lay down atop him, her wet folds against his tummy, and said, “I want. Maybe thefeeling of helplessness and the humiliation was the driving force. I wentback to my papers .I went out with a friend and came in late Saturday night but he was stillnot in. I did not see him until Sunday morning when I saw him go into thebathroom. I rehearsed, no I memorized what I wanted to say to him."Listen, Chuma. I am the owner of this house. I am a respected professor atthe University. You are a temporary house guest. It's not polite to expector demand certain things. It may be.