Heck, it was a shock to the system; I didn't really expect her to answer me. OH SHIT, WHAT DO I DO?! How can I do a scene (and, hey, how deep a scene ...oes she actually want?) with no equipment, I can't really take bondage kit on the plane I need to take to get there, can I? I can just imagine the conversation at customs if they checked me... "Sir, would you like to explain the remote-controlled dildo and three sets of handcuffs, along with what looks to be some bondage clothing?"Yeah, I’m so. He then parted the folds of her vulva to expose her tight virgin cunt with one hand and with the other he picked up the spike. The spike was nearly as thick as his arm and was hard to manipulate one handed, but he had had plenty of practice. He carefully lined the tip of the spike with her entrance and slowly began to push. Once the very tip of the spike had entered her and it was no longer necessary to hold her folds aside he gripped the spike firmly in both hands. The process was slow, her. What they thought was best for you was to simply keep on living the way you used to: Pretend that you are someone you are not. The rest of the conversation dragged on into awkward silence. Your sister, Sun, had taken the seat next to you and was holding your hand in an attempt to help comfort you, which did indeed help. Sun was technically older than you by a minute, she had always been there to keep you company, was there when you were down and out of luck, and Hell, you two even were working. (Look for one. You may also cool yourself of yourself.)Aarti: Usme maza nahi bhaiya. Aadmi to chahiye hi. (That’s no fun, I would definitely need a man for this.)Me: Main kuch madad karun? (Need my help?)Aarti: Uff bhaiya, aapke saath to behad maza aa jaaega. (Oh it’ll be so much fun with you.)Saying this I got up and went near her. She wasn’t sweating much today. I pinned her to the wall and kissed her lips straight off. She held my shoulders and was responding to my kiss. She wasn’t the best.