“Where are you going?” Ashok asked. “Let me come tomorrow”.“Join me for a drink?” Ashok asks exiting from the pooja room.“Nah. I have a ...ork to complete,” Alex replied.Ashok walked to his room as Alex walked out of the house. Ashok sat behind his desk and within no time, he was pouring himself a vintage bourbon and gulped down a peg. “A little quiet time for myself”, he laughed quietly.As he was pouring another glass, the room door swung open and his mom emerged in. “What are you doing leaving. ” Between one blink and the next my mind cleared of the last of the perfumes effects, eyes colliding silently with his, the only thing that remained of the phantoms face. Suppressed memories washed over me, so much pain, but I was strong enough now. ‘Come on and dance with me’ His eyes widened, mesmerized by the familiar words. He didn’t resist when I pressed him onto his back, Kissing the scar that slashed through the corner of his mouth, the mouth that had sung along to the taxi radio ‘Hey. His fingers grasping my ass as he pounded my cunt, his thumbs spreading my ass, he wanted more, much more.‘Oh fuck,’ I sobbed. I hadn’t expected my first fuck would be as satisfying as it was, I didn’t want it to stop. As I was coming back down from my orgasm, my body still sparking, my nipples hard, wanting his mouth on them. Looking in his eyes, I saw something I didn’t recognize. ‘Please don’t stop, Kane, I want to feel those sensations again.‘I can’t hold on much longer, Annabella, you're. "James Dennis, at your service, Madam, you may recognize my voice as I am heard on the radio twice weekly announcing the Pall Mall Hour on WQAN out of Scranton." Well ... yes, I believe I have heard you, Mr. Dennis, and I'm very pleased to make your acquaintance Mr. Shannon. Oh, but let me introduce myself. I'm Beatrice Stringfellow. Um, that's Miss Stringfellow," she said, and then appeared stricken with shyness as she sat back in her seat and stared at the floor."You may want some reassurance.