I suppose it was a trick of the lighting, but one of the bullets seemed to glow purple, and the other glowed green. I watched them slowly spin through...the air. They seemed to change directions slightly, like a mini-course correction, and seemed to slow down a little. I watched in fascination as they merged with the bullet the gunman had fired, all three slamming into each other at a combine speed of 1200 mph or so. They all shattered into dozens of pieces and fell to the ground. Wow! Star Wars. Isha: Just come.And she hung up. I realized that she is really angry and I might not get any action tonight.So, I got ready and reached her best friend’s place. On the way, I bought some flowers, chocolates, and wine. I thought this might help cool her down a bit. I reached the house at 9:30. Rishika opened the door and by the look on her face, I could tell that something is very wrong.Rishika: First you don’t meet her for 2 weeks and then you come late. Dude, you are so dead. She is. Then we talked about normal things for some time and she thanked me for the help and she asked me whether I can donate my sperms and I agreed to that and she asked me to come on the weekend and she gave a address.I went to the address on Saturday and it was a flat and I went to the door number she told and a Aishwarya opened the door and I was so shocked to see her and went into the house and she asked me to sit down and went into the kitchen and got me coffee and she said that I thought of. Her client breathed heavily.“Yes,” she went on. “It’s going to happen. It will take a while – but you want that, don’t you?”“Uhhh!” he groaned. “Yes!”“You want to feel the urge to come,” she said. “Feel it for as long as possible. It feels good, doesn’t it? Your cock swollen and hard, ready to burst. You like feeling the tension, the pressure building up inside you, don’t you?”“Ah!” her client cried.His cock twitched violently.“But,” she went on. “It’s also sort of painful, isn’t it? The closer.