So I started talking to her on fb. Then we became best frnds. Then we started talking on Whatsapp. Our friendship started growing stronger. She starte... sharing every little thing with me. She even told me about guy who proposed her and asking my suggestions to accept their proposals or not.By fearing of losing her, I suggested to reject them. One day I got to know that she accepted someone’s proposal and started dating him. I got jealous and stopped talking to her. One day there was some. After a year of planning and construction the machine was finished he called it Jessica 3000 It was a beautiful, gleaming thing, all shiny chrome. With leather straps that would be used to restrain the girl riding it. The girl would mount the machine like you would a horse placing one foot in the foot rest and swinging her leg over the side placing her other foot in the second foot rest both feet restrained with leather straps. Sitting in a kneeling position with the girls chin in a padded chin. ” I watched Sasha moving efficiently at the counter, making coffee then breaking eggs into a bowl, slicing home made bread for toast. “I am a good cook and I like to bake,” she said, turning to me, smiling, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, her tits barely covered by the open flannel shirt. “I will cook for you.” “Good.” I answered, enjoying how she moved around the kitchen as she prepared breakfast. “And you know already what else I like to do.” “Yes, I know,” I said, coming over to. * he thought. Tinny music came from the cracked speakers under the Tilt-A-Whirl across the way. Looking at the chipped and faded paint, marred here and there by rust spots, Steve, who fancied himself a poetic soul at times, likened it to a pathetic attempt at a song of seduction sung by a wrinkled whore, long past her prime. *A whore,* he thought dejectedly. *That's what I'll have to find.* He had tried all of his own lines on the girls here, and then the ones his friends swore always worked..