How wasI going to get through this song now?The notes played softly for a moment before the rest of the band joinedin and I did my best to prepare for...the song. Unlike the other two, Iwas the one who sang first during this song.When I started singing the first verse, I was afraid that there wouldbe something in my voice that would betray my true thoughts, but Icouldn't hear it. If it was there, I hoped those in the arena wouldn'tbe able to hear it either.The words didn't help either. This song. .And he kept on fucking my mouth..With every push my head hit the wall..He den took his dick out..And picked me up..Luckily he didn’t cum in my mouth..Now he threw me on bed..And parted my legs..I was neither wet nor he licked my pussy to make it wet. A precum wet dick forced into my dry pussy and I screamed as hell … Aaaaaaaa … But the unholy man..Didn’t stop..Another deep thrust and he was in and he was fucking me like a pig.I just was fainting and shouting aaaa aaaasa choro mujhe .. Nahiiuj. As for what I am wearing, it’s as little as possible, which has incidentally nothing to do with the sub tropical Queensland weather. It’s an early evening dinner date at a Chinese restaurant and we aim to get to know each other, that’s what you tell me. After doing the quintessential male thing, paying for dinner, you drive at breakneck speed (it fits your image) to a nearby nature reserve. After parking the pride-and-joy status symbol, your 6’0 frame climbs out and you walk from the driver’s. He had a evil smirk on his face as he walked over and picked up the chair without touching it. Sitting there I was freaking out and staring at this weird looking man in my house but I felt calm for some reason.“Wha...Who are you?” I finally got out“What do you mean? You are the one who called me!”“I..I never called you!”“Oh but you did you rub the coin and now I'm here.”I just stared at him trying to understand what the hell he was talking about. Almost felting like I was going to pass out, he.