” He asked me if I was already wet and my comeback to him was “what do you think?”I hung up the phone and out of a dark corner of the room a voi...e spoke to me. “So, just how wet are you?” I squinted to see who that was but couldn’t make out anything but a dark silhouette. Just then the man stood up and walked towards me. It was Martin the office manager. “So do you always listen in to private conversations Martin? I asked smirking with my fifth martini in hand. As he got closer he smiled and. Tears are running down my face I have my gag reflex not kicking in for the moment. So he takes it out and starts to slap my face with it!!!! Now I’m in Heaven, he it totally dominating me and I love it. He rubs this monster with my drool all over my face like a windshield wiper, slapping my cheeks with it. Finally he has enough and goes back to shoving it down my throat and he is short fucking my mouth with just the head and a couple inches. I can feel it swelling up and throbbing, its so. They made love twice more that night in her bed, with the same results. She was eventually worried about him getting into trouble for being gone so long and out so late but he said he had it covered. Somehow, his self-assurance was really all she needed. At two in the morning, with reality re-emerging, she slipped out from under his arm and out of the bed. Throwing on her robe, she tiptoed out of the room and walked to the kitchen. She picked the bottle of pills up from the table and pried the. It seems she just finished dealing with a messy divorce and needs comfort away from Chennai. Saranya is a runway model that works throughout Chennai. I particularly do not care for her body type, no tits and too skinny. Saran arrived as planned and both of them had a lot of catching up to do. I left them alone to be together and invited myself over to Geetha’s house next door. Sabitha told me later that Saran asked where I went and Sabitha answered her that I probably went to Geetha and was.