Dev had an instant hard on seeing Priya like that, he gazed at her sweaty neck, her full breasts, her beautiful stomach beholding her deep navel, givi...g way to flaring fertile hips.“Do I look okay?” Mom whispered.“Look what you’ve done to me!!” Dev removed his shorts to reveal his hard on.“God! You are…um…so huge” Priya flushed thinking she could still give a man such a hardon.He sat down on the bed, his erect penis standing out like a pole.“The pressure, it is paining Ma…”“Let me help. Throughout my early teens I thought I was cursed as I just did not develop at the same pace as my peers and that is how I got my nickname which I have revived for my site moniker and it was given to me by the elder of my two uncles, yes I was flattered by it at first but with the passing years did not like it so much and he is now the only one to use it. I was rather withdrawn and a bit of a loner until I caught the dancing bug, my parents fortunately indulged me and I enrolled in a ballet. I tell them about the kidnapped people, and how I hope to counter thekidnappers, and that I need three very specific types of people.And I get three volunteers.Zula Julita, who died in the ovens of Auschwitz.Fiona Oonagh, who drowned on the Titanic while three months pregnant.And Carmen Modesta, nineteen, who died in the hail of bullets at anightclub in Florida.Maid, mother and crone.We step back through the door, and almost as soon as my feet hit realearth, I realize the kidnapper isnt headed. Your last client drives away as I enter. You come out from your office to tell me you’re closed. You stop, hesitating when you see it is me. You are wearing a formfitting sport shirt and workout pants. Your shoes have been left off, as you must have been relaxing in your office. I grin, turning to lock the door and then walk to the windows to close the blinds.You start to say something, but I place my finger to your lips and shush you. Your nipples are pressing against your sports shirt. My.