“Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh!” M pants out. Her stomach muscles tighten. She drives her hips downwards into the couch. Her eyes are pleading for me to tel... her to stop. “You may stop now, M,” I say to her. M’s hand flies away from her clit. She sinks into the couch, moaning, her hands grip the pillows of the couch and she squeezes them with all her might. Her eyes are open wide, she is staring at me. Her stare is asking me to give her a few moments to recover. I wait a bit, before I speak. “You did. Mujhe ehsaas hua ki koi cheez mere buttocks ko touch kar rahi hai.Ye Sheo hi tha. Wo apna lund meri gaand se ghis raha tha. Mujhe uske lund ka sparsh andar se bahut achchha lag raha tha lekin maine show nahin hone diya. Sheo ne kaha ki hum log movie dekh rahe hain. Tum bhi hamare saath chal kar movie dekho. Main bhi movies ki bahut shukeen thi isliye main jhat se Sheo ke saath uske bedroom mein chali aayee. Keshri ne CD on kar di. Ye ek english blue film thi. Main blue film dekh kar ghabda. She snapped another one.He must really like me, Laura thought as she placed Jan's phone back on the nightstand again. Who has that many pictures of me and even two backgrounds on his cellphone?"I did everything you asked me. Are you going to kill me or rob me from everything I own? Jan asked her. His erection had painfully hardened now and bobbed up and down whenever he strained his cock muscles.She laughed. "Did you really think I would go to all this trouble and then kill you?" she asked. "~-------------~Elaine lay in her bed hurting in places she did not know she had muscles to hurt. Of course, she mused with an incipient giggle, that just might be because she *did* have muscles in places that Allain never had. That being the case, she sure as hell knew all about them now. One thing had not changed - who ever called them "physical therapists" had been in the forefront of the political correctness movement. Physical terrorist was close; physical torturer might be even.