I stopped and looked at the harbor. I crossed the cobblestone street and walked towards the pier, I stopped to look at the old Homicide building. I fe...t my phone buzz.“Don't hang up, please.”I closed my eyes.“Just tell me. Was I right? Are you submissive? A bottom?”Stop.“Suzy? Please say something.”I squeezed my eyes shut. Stop it, just...stop.“Are you?”Of course I am...you know it already.“Suzy, I can see you outside from the pub. I won't come to you. I won't stalk you. If you want me to go. Meanwhile, a married man, name Ajay came in my life as my ‘man Friday’ who would take me to different producer’s music-directors etc. I found Ajay at a beauty-cum-massage parlor where he used to work as a masseur. On four or five occasions I got my body oil-massaged by him at that parlor where he tasted my youth. Subsequently he joined me as my secretary. And through him I met a music-composer Babu.In him I found a ‘dream man’, and I wanted him as my ‘understanding husband’ who could share me. When the truck didn’t even leave the yard the next day, I showed almost the same profit. It was more profitable to leave the truck parked, but it was also boring as hell. I found surprised that I actually liked working. I bought a winch the forth week so that I could load a car engine sitting in someone’s yard. I pulled it up using a tripod which I erected in the back of my pickup. I used the power from a battery tap from the running truck to power it. I kind of like the hauling jobs. I fudged. She arched her back off the bed again and her thighs squeezed in tight on me. I kept my grip on her thighs so that I could continue, and she could not put me in a deathlock. I continued to lightly drag my tongue across her lips as she continued to cum. Her back was almost suspended in the air as Terri gasped and moaned. As her back finally relaxed and hit the bed again, I felt her whole body go limp beneath me. I chose that moment to tighten up my tongue and plunge it into her pussy. As I did.