Mere phellooooooooo….aami dekhlam wor gud fete rakto beriye sara bichana lal hoye geche…wo jato batha pachhilo aami jeno tato jore oke thapachhila... aar wor guder bhetorta thachnach kaarchilam…aaste aaste dekhlam mamonio aram pachhe aame wor thot duto kamre dhore ban haat mathar phechone diye chuler muthi tight kore dhore aar dan haat diye wor mai dutoke chatkata chatkate amar badata wor guder ekdom vetore purota dhukiye samasta sakti diye woke karte laaglam…..wor guder deyale amar bada jato. Three days passed and I was getting impatient for my fantasy to get fulfilled.I asked him when he will activate the plan. He laughed at me and said that he will soon activate the plan. But I was getting more than impatient so he told me about his plan. He said that we will go to the manager and tell him that we have lost our money with purse and mobile. And we don’t have anything for paying the bills.Then he’ll go out with the manager and take him to the station. He will tell him in between. Once more my knees felt weak. A shudder ran through me."Ohhh... babyyy... nooo..." I whispered, pressing forward into his hands. God, I'm really going to do it. I'm really going to make a spectacle of myself."You are so beautiful like this." The pressure on my nipples was unbearable. I gasped, my eyes pleading with his. My hands were clasped in front of me, my fingers tight around the toys, my knuckles white. Johan whispered as he leaned down and kissed me. "Don't look around, baby. Just go. Or. Everyone else can enjoy and send e-mails to [email protected] . Thank you Trisha for writing the original "trilogy". Disclaimer: I'm really not that good at writing descriptions of the sexual encounters, with unfortunately little personal experience to draw from. This is my first try at a story for Fictionmania. I just hope the situation will be stimulating. All or Nothing: The Female Executive, Part 1By Petey Why do I put myself through this? I have a nice house, sex slaves, big salary, good.