I disconnected the call.After the office, I went home. I discussed everything with my hubby. He asked me to call him.Me: What?Ravi: Call. We will have...some fantasy.Me: No.Ravi: I will fuck you while you flirt with him.Finally, I agreed and called to Rakesh’s phone. He attended the call.Rakesh: Hello, I am sorry.Me: why you did that?Rakesh: you were too sexy in that leggings.I was wearing a black half sleeve t-shirt and tight yoga pant that time. My hubby was cuddling my arms.Me: Is it? What. Ordering us both drinks from the bar, she led me from group to group, introducing me to dozens of elegantly dressed men and women whose names I immediately forgot but whom I was sure I would know much more intimately in the very near future.After being introduced to all the people present, Marianne said, "I'll leave you to mingle now. When you're ready to return to London, just ask Jody or the bartender to notify me and I'll arrange your transportation." Behind me I heard Richard say, "Don't. You stand there for a while and weigh your options. You can stay here inside this cave and cry about the absurdity of your situation, or you can grow a pair and start swimming.You spend an hour crying and screaming for help, another hour whining about your fate until you get really hungry. Remeber? You did not have lunch because of your mom. You undress (normal people do not swim with clothing), only keeping the underpants, then you step into the cold water. Holy fuck! Is this Siberia? The. It was made of iron bars, just like the cage itself. Inside, she returned to Brigitte and faced her. She stretched her arms and planted her leather palms on Brigitte's. Then she pushed herself forward. Her clamped tits drilled themselves into Brigitte's flattened chest. The long, sinuous tongue slid out of the mask's opening. It ran all over Brigitte's face. It felt hot like boiling lava. Brigitte closed her eyes. She felt the throbbing snake pass over her eyeballs. Then it traced her cheek and.