Uske dad job parthe and uski mom apne sister ke ghar gai thi and isne kuch project ka bahana baanakar ghar par bhetneka plan baanaya and mereko baatai... me bhi bohut dar kar uske ghar gaya ki kahi hum faas na jaaye and me uske flat pe pohuncha and usne door open ki and hum ek dsre ko dek smile di. Phir me uske ghar ke andar gaya and sofe pe baitha and yehase shuru hotihe humari romantic si sex story….Hum pehele ek baar theater me ek doosre ko mehesoos karchuke the tho humme ek doosreke sath. "Our show is one of integrity, so we always like to make sure our adoring fans get what they paid for," she begins as she also produces a thin medical syringe and begins loading it with the aforementioned pink liquid."Hey what are you doing?" I asked in a shaky voice. "What the hell is th--!" I manage before I feel a sharp stick in the side of my neck. More cheers from the unseen crowd follow my doping as my body suddenly begins heating up and a wetness invades my underwear. When the crowd dies. Easing herself into a chair, she put a finger on her nape, “Just this much, straight line, ok?”I picked up an electric clipper and started slow and steady. I was holding her silky short hair with my free hand and running the machine with my other hand. The cold steel teeth of the heavy machine vibrating on her neck was an obvious turn on for her.“I’m, uh…, Rajiv,” I said, making up a name.“Me… Monica,” she said correcting herself, obviously faking it.As I ogled at her beauty, I noticed she was. According to the clerk behind the counter, this was his first and only visitor to date.Within another moment, another guard led the young woman to the visitation room. On her first impressions the room appeared rather cold and uninviting, being devoid of any decoration aside from the two guards standing in either corner. The only noticeable features besides the round white clock on the back wall was the large, thick glass window covering the front of the room. On the other side of it, thousands.