She even had VH1 and a couple of premiere cable channels competing for the right to show it. VH1 had always been her choice, since it didn’t require...subscription, and the annoyance of commercials would promote purchasing rather than recording, but she never let on. Cheryl of course negotiated what the winner would pay and how it would be broadcast. A lengthy special planned for the spring, and then three separate nights for the three sections after that. Only after the broadcast and the sort of. He wouldn’t even remember anything tomorrow morning and she was having the most fun she had ever had, so why would she want to go back.Amrita switched off her cell phone and threw it away and focused at the task in hand. She wanted to suck Aman’s dick dry. She wanted to feel all his masculine energy inside her. She pulled Aman’s chair close to her and looked deeply in his eyes and swallowed his dick. She kept looking at his eyes while sucking him.Amrita could see the effect she was having on. First about Jan, and the things we had done (which I wouldn't answer), then about why I didn't like girls with big boobs. I explained that it wasn't that didn't like them. It's just that I thought that huge breasts made some women look strangely unbalanced or mismatched to me. I told her that if she was a 36C (which she would be in 3 or 4 years) with purple hair I would have still wanted her.Usually when I saw a woman with large breasts the first thought I had wasn't about sex, it was sympathy.. I pushed the bottle towards her. “You have to prove that you’re strong, Amanda. You want to be sober and happy, right?” I watched in anticipation as she stared at the bottle. Her one hand started trembling. “Fuck you,” she said, her voice hardly more than a whisper.I twisted off the cap and help it to her face. The smell of alcohol was enough to do the trick. She grabbed the bottle from me. Never in my life had I seen someone down pure vodka that fast. I was impressed. She drank like a thirsty.