I threw myself back, the club narrowly missing me. Air rushed in the wake of it. Sven yanked Kora down, the club whistling over her head. Her hair swi...hed over them.“Rithi’s inspiration,” I snarled, flexing my fingers, my naked tits heaving. The ogre’s club slammed into the far wall. Plaster shattered, falling off it to expose the inner core of wood.“Zizthithana sent him!” screamed Zanyia as an onxy skinned woman entered the room after the ogre.I moved to face the newcomer, a wild look in her. You push your hair back and grab your sunglasses, using them like a hairband. Then you check yourself in the mirror, admiring yourself, and take a quick photo on your phone of yourself, looking cute – and text it to me. You check your watch and hurry out, grabbing your bag on the way. You stroll down the street and are browsing the windows when you see someone approaching, reflected in the window. You are surprised when the arm encircle your waist and you feel lips on your neck. I nibble the. Mr. Mangeskar: And?Pyaremohan: And… umm… undergarments…. undergarments!My lips automatically parted to protest, but I had to control myself as per the demand of the situation. That nitwit shopkeeper! Could he not say anything else other than that!U-n-d-e-r-g-a-r-m-e-n-t-s! Hai daiya!Mr. Mangeskar: (now looking at my eyes) Okay that’s good to know. What did you have to do in the soap ad?This question was indeed directed to me and I had to reply something.Me: I… I acted in that… I mean I soaped. She loves the nasty dirty talk and would call herself as a “cumbucket” and “cunt” during our sessions. I dismissed those statements as nothing but fantasy talk. Then one day, she was slightly impaired and while laying naked at the hotel balcony, she told me that when she attended Ohio State, she was cheerleader for the football team. One time, in her freshman year she went on a date with, a football player, to a fraternity party and later that night she fucked 9 different guys all.