Phir uski mis cal ayi, maine darte darte ph kiya dusri taraf se uski mithi awaj ayi boli kya hua aap soye nai abhi?Me- neend nai aa rahi. Sumi- kyon, ...heek to ho na? Me- tumhare chune se jo karant laga wo bardasht nai ho raha, aur ek baar milna hai apsey? Usne thori na nukar k baad maan gayi. Humne ek cyber cafe k cabin me milne ka plan banaya jo mere ek dost ka tha aur city se kuch dur tha. Wahan premi jode aatey they aur ghanto cabin mai bath kar fun karte they. Next day sham 4 bajey hum waha. Nice probably isn’t even in his vocabulary. “For once I would like something good to come from someone,” the man rants. “What is it now?”“It’s that bitch,” the underling says. “She’s refusing to eat.”“Son of a bitch...” Hanson begins to rant again, but quickly realizes that getting angry isn’t going to help—at least not yet. “Fine, if she doesn’t want to eat, we’ll convince her that it’s not wise to piss us off. We need her alive and otherwise healthy if we want to convince the Americans that. Very soon, beneath the warm shower, we were climaxing together like two female Extraordinaires with our thighs intertwined, while each of us gushed beneath our big frantically pumping bims.After the shower had ended, Cygnette asked me, "Would you like to wear girls' clothing too?" I assured him that I would. He gave me some lacy undies, some flimsy bosom armour, a blouse, a full skirt, some anklets, and some shiny shoes. I put them on; though a bit loose, they fit passably well. Cygnette, still. "Yeah he is in the game room with the guys watching a football game." Thanks," I said as I left to find them.I walked back to the game room and found Brad, Johnny, Mitch and 3 otherguys I didn't know, watching one of the many Sunday football games. Theyall had their backs towards me. Then one of the unknown guys turned andsaw me and let out a wolf whistle. All the heads in the room turnedaround."Hi," is all I could say.The 'wolf whistler' came over to me and put out his hand. I put outmine..