Could I see your licence, please? It's a formality toverify your name and address."Gillian delved in her handbag for the licence which fortunately she...hadremembered to bring and handed it to the constable. He looked at it, andthen at her and back at the licence."Yes, Constable, that is me. I'm John Robertson." It's all right Madam, er, Sir. I can see the resemblance. We see lots ofthings in the course of duty. I'll just make a note of the name andaddress and get a colleague from York to come. I promptly replied to her and I came to know that Nisha is a 19-year-old engineering student in Bangalore who is basically from Kerala. She is a vivid reader of sex stories and a beautiful human being. We chatted for a couple of days and stayed friends. I also came to know that she is a virgin and has a boyfriend who is working in Mumbai.One day Nisha told me that she and her boyfriend are meeting this summer and are planning to have sex for the first time. She knew her boyfriend was not a. "He smiled and it was a warming experience, "I expect you thought you had found the pot o' gold with this job eh?... But it will be a hard job to finish. We will help you to our utmost extent. God willing."We all partook of a session of prayer. At first I was a little embarrassed, there's no way you could have called me a religious guy, but soon their own conviction became infectious and I began to speak in earnest. The older prayers to the pagan allies were also a strange mixture with their. She isn’t cruel. Les takes breaks when she surfaces to caress Phoebe’s hair and back to calm her, then back to the task at hand.In the beginning, Phoebe cries out, begging Les to stop, based on all the work Phoebe thinks she needs to get done. Les is not concerned and presses forward. Soon Phoebe’s cries of protest change to cries of lust as she comes again and again.They don’t get out of bed all day. A cat nap, after Phoebe comes for the tenth time, she begins returning the favor to Les. .