“He’s pretty special, and I missed him a lot when he went off to the Air Force Academy when he was eighteen. In the ten years between, it seems th...re’s never been enough time to spend together. Now that he’s out of the Air Force, and I have a little more time with LPD, I plan to make up for that. Even when he was gone and on the other side of the world, I still felt a connection.”“Connection?”“Yes, it’s pretty hard to describe, but, in here,” she touched her chest, “I felt connected.”“It must. Aditi: sorry maám, wo hamare group mein aapki kaafi discussion ho rahi hai na isliye.Minu: Ohh, kya discuss kar rahe hain wo.Aditi: Yahi ki aap damm sexy ho, sab aapke sath ek dance ke liye tadap rahe hain aur hope kar rahe hain ki koi chamatkar ho jaye.Minu: Ohh, tell them ki mere right mein mere husband baithe hai aur left mein unke best friend.Aditi: Mujhe malum tha ki aisa hi kuch hoga.Minu: Kyun aur log kya soch rahe hain.Aditi: Kuch nahi maám.Minu: Aur ladke mujhe call girl samajh rahe. Peter was forty then and had just come out of the army. He was married, but had gained a taste for ladyboys in the Far East. He was smart and pleasant and just the sort I liked. He told me he was married so had to be discreet, even better.Back in my flat he was on me in a trice. He couldn't wait to get his mouth around my cock, not even bothering to strip me. Peter's urgency was unreal, he wanted spunk and he wanted it fast. He had my cock out of my trousers dropped to his knees and sucked. Not. I feel something cold and metal enter my pussy. A dildo, perhaps? I didn't think a rapist would care whether or not I get to orgasm. It feels very good and I start to moan.As he continues, I get louder. After I let out an "OHHhhhhh!", I hear "This is for screaming." I get a brief eye-widening moment of fear, uncertain exactly what he's about to do, and then I feel it. The metal object in my pussy is not a dildo. As he presses a button on the back of it, the sides instantly lower, like The Pear.