"And poor darling Deborah! Oh God, you must be going through hell, my darling man." She continued to sob into Richard's shoulder."Sharon, darling, did...they speak to you?" No-o-o, so I couldn't warn you. Why didn't they speak to me? Have I done something wrong/" No, my sweet. You told us that Tig would be safe. She was. Alison and Doug made sure of that because Neil had organised them. They didn't and haven't let you down. Have they?"Sharon looked at him through tear-filled eyes and shook her. "They didn't tell you? The opening's being recorded, they're going to sell it. With St. John and Minaghieri and Oliver it ought to sell pretty damn good, too. My God, Nick, this can make you!"I'd been grinning bigger and bigger all the while he was talking. "I sure hope so, Sam," I told him. "And on the premise that it may do just that, I want you to put all bookings for me on hold until we find out." Well, sure," he said, a bit nonplused. "I'm very, very happy for you, I think. I hope. Say,. Blood was oozing. I was in pain. He pushed further and further. His tool was like a villain. And I cried, “Jaanu. Jaanu. Mujhe kya ho raha hai.” He came down and kissed me on my lips.It was the first time, we kissed on the lips. His tongue travelled around my mouth and I sucked it and bit him so hard. His tool was pushing inside my depression mercilessly. I held on to his head, and he continued to smooch me, as he continued to pound. I was feeling pain, but began to enjoy the strokes. His tool. I had been naked but for a pair of her warm panties, I liked that!She wore frilly one's for me, then when I had undressed, she would make me take her panties off, real slow as well, making me touch them with every inch they went until they slipped off her legs and onto mine!She made me smell them too, deep in the crutch, then she would tell me to slip them on and fondle myself!I didn't need telling twice!The basement was kitted out for bondage, camera's too, there was a cage on the floor, big.