He was a man, all man -- damn it! -- and that crap about every man having a feminine side was just that -- a load of crap. So, what was this all about..."You really oughta see a shrink, Dane, baby. I mean everybody dreams weird shit sometimes, but, good heavens, this isn't just weird, it's fruitcake weird!"Maybe it had been a mistake to confide in Jade. He'd had a wild fling with her a year or so back, but since then they'd been "just friends." She had a luscious bod, all right, but wasn't so hot. So he showed up. Probably just to call my bluff. Maybe out of curiosity. Shook his head the whole way to the door, like he was thinking, “What the hell is that woman up to now?” I saw. I was there. He just didn’t know I was. The older Asian woman who ran the place smiled sweetly and said, “You Mr. Martin? Scott?” “Scott Martin,” he said. She smiled even more and said, “Yes, yes. Very special for you. Come this way.” “Whoa, hold it,” he said. “What...are we talkin’ here? I mean, I’m no. "Fucking slut, you like sucking dick."I answered yes but he quickly said stopped fucking talking and suck my cock. He then had me open my mouth and take his cock deep down my throat. His thick cock was hard and he impaled his cock past my gag reflex which did not allow me to breath. He had me do this several times. Finally he grabbed me, stripped my sweat pants off to reveal my black stockings, white garter belt and pink floral hi cut nylon panties with lace trim. He had me bend over the. Dattu pahilvanane tyanche swagat kele. “ya ya aai” to mhanala. Namyachi aai: ka bolavlas baba? Dattu: ek upkar fedayala. Namyachi aai: nhanje? Dattu: mhanje tumcha namya motha zalay mazi lek pan lagnachi haye, mag udvun deu bar ekdacha. Namyachi aai: aare pan namya asa tuzi lek tar changali haye mag yachashich lagna ka? Dattua: sangato, tumchya navryane nandu ne mazya baykola chovis varshapuri junglat eka wagha pasun vachanla hota. To khup jakhami zala hota. Nantar tyala mazyach ghari aanla.