Khaiir dosto ab Dolly aunty ½ ghantay ki buttering k baad kaafi naram ho chuki theen, aur mae unke qareeb sofa me baith gaya, I said :ab to hum frien...s hain na??? She said: Dekho kisi ko pata chal gaya to kya sochay ga?? Main ne kaha jo kuch ho raha hai wo akele me ho raha hai kisi ko nahi pata chalay ga jub tak khud nahi batayen ge, phir main un k qareeb chala gaya aur unki taraf apna haath barhaya. Unho ne haath nahi milaya bus smile de di or kehne lagin “theek hai”. Maine unka haath pakar. A happy moan escapes your lips and I know that your battle for meaning is temporarily lost. ‘Well good morning to you.’ The words caress my ears and your hand slides down to caress my hair. I mumble my response into your penis, and while my words were lost, I’m certain my intentions were not. We continue this way for a few minutes, while you bridge the gap between dream and reality. After a happy eternity, I feel your tug on my shoulder. ‘Get up here, you.’ As I rise to obey your command, I. .. just thinking. I'll be off then..."I turned to go thinking that Haga must have something planned with one of the other girls when, to my surprise, I felt a pinprick followed by the tell-tale chill of injected anaesthetic in the right cheek of my arse. Frantically I lunged forward and then turned around to look back but it was too late for Haga was smiling at me, triumphantly holding up an empty syringe. "You bastard!" I screamed at him, my words already becoming slurred.Turning again, I. Except for Mary herself, who is quite real.The story contains mature subject matter. It may contain adult situations and/or language. If you're not old enough to legally read this (and you know who you are), then get out of here before it's too late. You've been warned.Permission is granted to archive or repost this story as long as the text is unaltered, and my copyright and this notice are included. Oh, and this permission is conditional upon it's being available only on free sites. No.