No verbal answer from Bane, which is an answer in its own right.“Holy shit!” I laugh, clapping my hand over my mouth because my voice is so loud i...side the confines of the bathroom. I’m suddenly somehow star-struck by the guy I’ve been fucking for weeks now even though his status really means absolutely nothing to me. Still, decades of MTV, TMZ and Hello!Magazine consumption has conditioned me for this moment. Tee-hee, I fucked a celebrity! (Not just you, Val!) The realization hits me, so. This was when it all started...Back in those days bread and milk was delivered to the house every day. The money for the delivery was left just inside the door and the young female baker would bound up the front steps, open the screen door and leave a loaf of bread. He knew the routine and that the baker would be arriving soon and so at first he would strip down to his shirt and underpants and lay on the sofa waiting. When she arrived he would feign sleep and wait for her to leave the bread,. Didnt know it was inflatable, did you? he laughed as it got bigger again. He stopped fucking me with the dildo and replaced it with his dick. With the butt plug in, his dick felt even tighter than normal. Every time he pumped, the bells jingled and pulled on my sore pussy lips and pushed against the butt plug. He pumped it up even more, making both of my holes feel so stuffed. He reached under and held my clit between his fingers, squeezing every time he filled me with his dick. I moaned in. Then she used to make dinner for me and leave by 7 pm. She almost used to spend 10-11 hrs everyday at my home. One day I asked her why she spends so much time at my home.She said, “Mujhe yahan achha lagta hai, aapke liya kaam karna, aapke biwi ke jaise” and she started giggling.I did not say anything, then she asked my about my GF. I said i didnt have anyone right now, but I had couple of them before. So she was very interested in that and wanted to know all about them. She also asked me “Aapne.