She said she wanted to make sure she was doing it right, though the only way to know is if she cums.“If that doesn't work, you can always try touchi...g your g-spot,” he adds. She should know where that is. Some of the best orgasms happen that way, like squirting.“Where's that?” she asks, honestly clueless. If she squirts, he's gonna lose it.“It's inside you.”“I haven't done that yet,” she replies, sounding nervous. God, why is this so hot? Mat chastises himself, trying to push aside his thoughts. The brokers stay here because no one can muscle them. The cops'll protect anyone who pays 'em enough." So did you get into trouble, the last time you were here?" She asked.Ben grunted. "Some guy insulted my bike."She looked perplexed. "That doesn't sound that terrible. I would think that even a brawl would only getyou deported." The guy was a cop."She nodded in understanding. "I see."Ben was spared further conversation by their arrival at the head of the line, and yet another bored looking. The voice was still there, louder than my physical ears could have withstood without going deaf. Every syllable was like the thundering of Niagara Falls, but with the clarity of a musical instrument on a sound stage. "Tomorrow, you will 'accidentally' meet my mother at a place of my choosing. She will fall in love with you, and you will marry her after a brief courtship. I will be your perfect son, and you will be a perfect father. In private, you will be my servant and will help rebuild. Mai bhi usase pyaar karta tha, so force nai kiya usko kabhi. Lekin icha bht hoti thi meri uske sath sex karneki.Ek baar uske birthday pe humne lonavla janeka plan banaya. Sab gifts le liye maine aur hum sube train se nikal pade mumbai se. Raaste me uske sath ye conversation hui meri. Me : wow aaj hamara dream pura hoga baby.Her : hmm. Lekin hum pura sex nai karenge. Sirf thoda sa and mai naked nai houngi.Me : okay baby. Jitna tumhari icha. Tumne cake laya naa jo maine tumhe kal fridge me.