My cock is smeared with blood and come and lube—the blood, at least, I can see. “I can still feel the piss on my skin,” she admits, laying down ...nto the crook of my arm, head on my chest. “On my pussy. It kind of stings.” “You like it dirty, don’t you.” I absently rub my cock. Still hard. Still craving more. “Yes.” “You got my cock all filthy. Blood and piss and come and lube.” “I know, Daddy.” “Why don’t you go clean it off for me?” She looks up at me, just a little, and nods, rising to her. "You better convince her that you'll be OK. She'll know if you aren't." Like all four of you wouldn't," Tony said, getting out of the car. "You're a pack of mother hens. Part of being the old Tony is I'm supposed to watch out for y'all, not the other way around."Tina chuckled as she closed her door. "Yep, as long as you believe that, you'll be just fine."Tony was literally saved by the bell. Rebecca and Cheri weren't going to be convinced that he was going to be OK, and that he would sleep. Now Nisha used to visit our office to meet Vishal once in a week, then twice in a week and so on… She used to bring lots of food for both of us and we always had a great time together. Our friendship got stronger n Vishal and Nisha went into a relationship. Now they treat themselves as a couple in office too. I always used to admire her beauty as she had a charming personality and she used to give a naughty smile always which sometimes confuse me as well. Vishal was my best friend so he used to. It was not allowed to carry more than 5 gallons of gas. I could probably get away with a small fine when they caught me. It could have no more than a fifty odd mile per hours top speed. The little yellow bird would do about 50% more than that.I got my mind back onto Randy and Brian when Wilson and I sat down to monitor the tapes. I got Randy's apartment tapes. Randy thought he was a singer for some reason. He sang along with the radio, or whatever he was using to play the songs. I listened to.