Shortly after our lousy honeymoon he suggested I go out to do those things with Peter, his best man when we wed. So I rang up Peter and we went out. I...would get home at about 2 or 3 AM and a bit drunk. Peter and I became close and one day he wanted to stop seeing me because he wanted to do things that Charles did not want me to do”“So we had Charles come out with us once, to drinks, a long diner, movie, a walk by the beach, then Peter and I had more drinks in his home and then when Charles and. Nota chance. Every interaction with a customer was different, and, in mostcases, better. The women were friendlier, for the most part, and the menwere a LOT friendlier, if you get my drift."The highlight of the morning was when Mr. Peterson rolled up in his BMWconvertible. You know him. A sweet old guy, seventy-something, and hiswife died of cancer, what, about a year ago? After I gave him his Latte,he said he wanted to give me my tip, but couldn't see the tip jar. I waspuzzled, and pointed to. Ohh meri jaanu aaj tujhse lund chupwa kar melucky ho gya meri randi agar tu court me nangi chali jaye to duniya kakoi bhi case jeet jayee..behn ki lodi raand ……….ahhh…….burahaal kar diya tune meraaa….haramjaadi……..pagal kar diya hai mujhetune kuttiya ki bachi……..Fir usne mujhe dubarra table parlitaya or meri chut ko apne lund ki trafa khich liya hum 69 position methe naresh meri chut par apna lund ragad raha jism k garmi k karan merabura haal ho raha tha mene aghosh me naresh se bolne lagi ” ab. Most were looking forward to the event as there hadn¿,½,t been a good execution for as long as anyone could remember.It was almost time. I was strapped down to a cold stone slab. My wrists were tied together to eyelets above my head. A rope was tied around each my lovely ankles and was then itself connected to a pulley above. As the rope was pulled my legs were cruelly raised above me. The crowd became silent in anticipation of the first of many events. The guard was holding a poker.