Aur jab bhi mii bolunga aap mujhe khush kerengi naa wo boli sochungi phir hamari romance shru hua maine unki nighty nicheSe uni chut tak chumti hue aa...gaya unhone red colour ki panty paheni thi jise ki wo unohono ne mere liye hii kharadi hoo mii unko chumte hue nigty uthete hue unki nighty utar dii unhine bilkul panty ki maching ka red newBra pahana tha dosto mujhe toh vishwas nhi ho raha tha ki meri mami jinhe mii sapno me chodhta tha wo aaj mere se sach much chudne ko taiyar thi aur wo mere. She’ll tell you.”“I had been thinking about going to work when I get home,” I said. “I’ll skip it if you want to make love.”She smiled, “Always, Steve. Always.”January 28, 1987, Chicago, Illinois“What did you want to talk about?” Bethany asked on Wednesday evening, after I got home from karate practice.“Something Elyse said to me on Monday afternoon after we dropped Stephie at the airport.”“How are you holding up?” she asked.“Believe it or not, I’m fine. Sad. But fine. Stephie really gave me. And even though it only lasted for two seconds, it certainly felt like longer.“Pain is administered for disobedience. All three of us can give you pleasure,” blue button again, “or we can give you pain for disobeying one of us!” I waited in horror as the red button was pressed and this time, four seconds of pain was delivered. “I am certain, sissy, that pleasure,” blue button again, “is preferable to the other thing!” Natalia then reached behind my head and removed the gag. “Don’t you agree,. ‘Here we go again…’ **** Unlike the day before – two days before? – Jane showered, dried her hair and dressed in record time. After Carrie’s concerned voice floated through the intercom, she’d buzzed them in, bounded over the couch and into her room, picking up her cell phone and checking the date. Monday. Christ. Now, kicking open the bathroom door, she marched over to the closet and grabbed a pair of shoes, then looked sheepishly at her friends. ‘Déjà vu, huh?’ They grinned, obviously.