”Kishore was not yet convinced and started begging, “Anni, what so ever. Don’t do this. My mind won’t accept compromising you with someone for...my career benefit. You swear on me that you are not going.” He said in a strict and possessive voice. I pretended that I am giving up that idea.I threw my handbag on the sofa and sat. I gave a deep breath and said, “Ok Kishore, let us temporarily stop the plan of me compromising with Ahalya’s brother. Let us think of other alternatives.” Kishore agreed. It is the strangest feeling to look at him, and realize I will soon be sagging in the same way.The chains from my wrist shackles are looped over a high hook and pulled taught, so that I stand straight against the post, facing it. I know whats coming. The rough wood of the post scrapes my breasts and stomach, causing pain as if small needles were being pushed in to my flesh. I push back, trying to get away from the post but the chains above are too tight, I am almost on tip toe as it is. I. My supplier was twenty-five percent of what Dell had paid. My guy also threw in a new pipe bender he had that was used in conjunction with heat to bend the mag pipes. He even included the freight.Dell came back and looked at me, "Okay, again. How much you gonna charge me to put this together?"I looked at the prints again then thought about it before finally answering. "Dell, I made twenty-seven hundred and fifty dollars a week plus clothes, room and board on the rigs. Of course that was for. Three men began moaning in unison.As each cock reach full hardness, the couples would pick a spot in the room to fuck. Soon three fucking couples were moaning, groaning and grunting, like a bunch of beasts in the wild.Betsy was surprised how good Mr. Evans was fucking her. Mr. Evans was marveling at how tight and hot Betsy’s pussy was.Holy fuck, I have got to get Mr. Jenkins in bed with his wife, the insatiable Miss Emerson thought.Gawd, she is a better fuck than I dreamed, Mr. Jenkins.