We got in his car and he drove me home. I think this was also my first memory of somebody driving me other than my dad or some family member. As I sat...there with the belt pressing against my boobs, thinking that this is how a grown-up's date must feel like. We got out at my house and he walked me to the door, ringing. My parents came and had a lengthy conversation with mr. SchoolGirl'sDream, in hindsight I guess he might have sorted it out so he won't get in trouble himself, but to me it felt. Your cell phone rings. Amanda. Finally.“Hello?”“Hello, I'm sorry I can't make it.”“What? You made such a big deal about it being our six month anniversary, and wanting to do something special, and now you can't make it? Why?”She sighed heavily. “Look, I wanted to tell you in person, at dinner, but...”“What?”“We're through, okay? We're done. I'm seeing someone else.” There was a click, then silence.Numbly, you slip your phone back into your pocket and signal the waiter to bring the check. You. ആദ്യമൊക്കെ അറചെന്കിലും പിന്നീട് അതൊരു സുഖമുള്ള ഏര്‍പ്പാട് ആയി തുടങ്ങി ..ഇത് വരെ ഭര്‍ത്താവിനെ ഓര്‍ത്തു മാത്രം ബാത്ത് റൂമിന്റെ ഉള്ളില്‍ വെച്ച് കേന്ദ്ര സ്ഥാനത് വിരലുകള്‍ കയറ്റി സുഖം പിടിച്ചിരുന്ന ഞാന്‍ കുമാരേട്ടന്റെ പരുക്കന്‍ മുഖവും നരച്ച രോമങ്ങള്‍ നിറഞ്ഞ മാറിടവും ആലോചിച്ചു വിരലുകള്‍ കയറ്റാന്‍ തുടങ്ങി ..സത്യം പറയാമല്ലോ രാത്രിയില്‍ സ്വപ്നങ്ങളില്‍ കുമാരേട്ടനെ കാണാന്‍ തുടങ്ങികുമാരേട്ടന്റെ കൈകള്‍ ഇപ്പോള്‍ സ്ടിയരിങ്ങില്‍ എത്തുന്പോള്‍ ഞാന്‍ തന്നെ എന്റെ മാറിടം കുമാരെട്ടനിലേക്ക് അടുപ്പിക്കാന്‍ തുടങ്ങി. ’ She said. ‘Daddy, please.’ ‘Are you begging for my cock sweety? You want it that badly, don’t you? Yes you do.’ ‘Yes Daddy.’ She said. He pushed the head against the opening of her vulva, a little pressure. He was looming over her, watching her beg, her plea, her squirming. A sly smile on his face. Ever so slowly he penetrated her, inch by inch his dick slid inside of her. She was going crazy with pleasure, with arousal, with a sense of purpose, she was his fuck toy, she was.