Steve's eyes were like saucers. As there wasn't an extra chair at the table, Miss Tamara said, "I would join you but there doesn't seem to be a place ...or me to sit."I could see Steve stumbling all over himself to offer her his chair when I wiped my moustache and said, "As long as I'm around, you'll always have a place to sit." Trish nearly lost it as Jerry spit up his beer.Tamara turned my chair around and said, "Okay, Mr. Smarty Pants, show me you mean it."I picked her up and placed her on my. I stuck the bottle in my nose, pressed the pump top and inhaled. A strong smell of chemical and illicitness flooded my senses. Keep it in, Stevie advised. Suck it back, nice and deep, back into your brains. I did. Good. Everybody happy? Now its collar time. I handed the bottle back. The smell of the chemical was a mixture of nail polish and paint thinner. The smell had headache written all over it. I recognized the smell from the hallways of the maze . Stevie stepped in close. Took the bottle.. ” Sneha said.“That just leaves you big Kshitiz.” Triptika said.I’m sure that big comment was meant to stroke my ego just a little, but it wasn’t necessary. I’d already decided that if Sneha said it was okay I was going to do it.“Are you sure you’re okay with this Sneha?” I asked.“If I weren’t okay with this I would have never asked you to model with her in the first place. I didn’t exactly want this to happen, but I knew it could and I’m willing to let it happen as long as I get to watch and as. ”Janine bent down as if to listen to the gasping rattle from her dying husband.“I’m going to miss you my little pervert. Well maybe not, after all I will have all your money and I can line up several men who will be only too happy to fuck me with their huge cocks. So satisfying after having to manage with this tiny little dick!” Janine grabbed the offending object and gave a sharp tug, which would have been more satisfying if the old man wasn’t so far gone already.Janine stood up and looked at.