I was thankful to her. With her permission, I’m hereby posting this experience. Hope my dear readers would enjoy, and like always send the feedbacks...and genuine enquiries. Here is what Ramya has written.After talking with Nish a few times and looking at his blogs and his Facebook page, I decided to go ahead and treat myself to a massage. He was trying to drum up business, and in the hopes of doing so, the first massage was on the house. How could I turn it down? After all, it had been a. He lowered his fly and took out his cock, hard and aching for the last hour. ?Put out your tongue,? he said. She did. ?Lick it.? She did, sloppily, her tongue quickly coating with the viscous precum that had oozed copiously from the tip during her recent torture. He groaned, looking down at her, her battered face, the look of pain in her eyes, her bound arms helplessly taped behind her, her enormous, swollen, purple breasts hanging down, within reach of a swift kick of. There was no one I loved, I had no friends and I was alone. Then, one night, in the springtime of 1802, I was out hunting. I… came across prey. It was the most mouth-watering smell. I had never smelt anything like it in all my centuries of blood and gore and monstrosity. I would have ripped out her jugular without giving it a second’s thought-” his face suddenly became masked in darkness “- but… Just as I was about to – you know – eat her, she just kind of… zapped me.” He was grinning widely. He put on a pot of coffee – extra strong, the way she liked it - and lit several wide candles – the kind that collected little pools of really hot wax in them. Then he got the dartboard out, hung it on the wall and stuck the handful of darts he found into it.When the coffee was ready, he poured Béla a cup and, picking up a lit candle, carried the coffee and the candle into the bedroom. Béla was lying on her stomach with her covers kicked off so that only one leg was partially covered. Her other.