Aunty kuthiyil athigamaaga thiravam suranthu irunthathu, athil en kai viralai vittu aata aarambithen. Aunty ennai adikadi ithazhil mutham koduthu kond... irunthaal, naanum mulaiyai nandru sappivittu kuthiyil vaai vaipatharku munbu avalin idupu matum thudaiyil vaai vaithu mutham koduthu kuthiyil naaku poda aarambithen.Aval kuthi suvaiyaaga irunthathu, athil surakum thiravam sapida sapida suvaiyaaga irunthathu.Naan nandraaga aval kuthiyai nakinen, aunty irukamaaga thalaiyai aval kuthiyil vaithu. .. could ... could you get me ... something to eat?" he stammered. Suddenly, she was mortified. Realizing that the poor animal had only had two pizzas in the past twenty-four hours, it was scarcely enough to fuel his 600-pound body.Jumping up, she grabbed a phone book, looked up the number and called the Los Angeles Forum. She reached Byron Crosby, the general manager of the circus. After receiving directions to her apartment, he told her a truck with Rajah's food would be there in whatever. He pushes you away wanting more. The two men keep you pinned there and with your sight removed, your ears become keener, listening to the sounds passing around you, but the men never speak, never say a word; you just feel their large firm hands holding you, sometimes probing and moving over your body. Isolated sounds come and go, but the hum of the car remains constant. Your mind becomes entwined by the fantasy counting the minutes from five to ten and then twenty as the car abruptly comes to a. Or are you ashamed?" "No, no." She stuttered. She always made sure she quickly jumped under the covers and the lights were off with lovers. She was ashamed of what she looked like to men, the years of taunts and teasing had made her self-conscious. And now this man wanted her to display herself, show her imperfect pussy in the spotlight of his expensive car in the middle of a cornfield under the summer moon. Seeing her struggle he knelt down and talked to her like she had done many times with.