I nod. "Want some company?" Ah... I better not." Big date?"I laugh. "Hardly. More of a... how to describe it... a fiercely contested... wager," I fina...ly say."You got money riding on this, counselor?" he asks in his best lawyer voice."You'll never be a prosecutor, Johnny," I laugh. "But no... no money." I tell him a bit about the bet, leaving out anything that he might use to identify Sandra. He seems intrigued, but finally leaves when my phone rings."Hey, big boy," says Sandra. I glance at my. Bari beti ka nam Saima or Choti beti ka nam Raima tha or bete ka nam Kamran tha. Reshte mae un ke abu bhi mere nana lagte thee. Mera un ke ghar ana jana zeada tha. Yahan mae batata jaoon ke mere mamoon bus chalate the or bari khala ki shadi ho gai thee. Jabke chooti khala ghar mae nani ke sath rehti thi. Chooti khala bari mast maal thi us ki umar us time 19 saal thi lakin us ke breast bahut bare bare thee.us ka jism kamal ka tha 39-34-37. Us time mera man us ko chodne ka ho geya or mae us ke. I tried a few ibuprofens to ease some of the tension; but that wasn’t it. More often than not, I would find myself going home after my massage and continue where my masseuse, or sometimes a masseur, had finished. I would strip and lie in bed and begin caressing places I wished they had touched. It was long before I reached over to my nightstand drawer and removed a bottle of personal lube and my magic bunny rabbit. I didn’t realize I was so wet. That massage must have done more to me than I. You should be thankful I chose you.”“ please don't do do this”The rapist continued to pound in and out of his victim and was not at all gentle about it. “Please be more gentle” Jamie said hoping that her words would have the opposite effect.”“ you don't sound very thankful!” He said. “You know what, why don't you thank me” he grunted. “Say ‘thank you mister rapist for choosing a slut like me’ say it!”“Thank you mister rapist for choosing a slut like me” Jamie repeated. Jamie enjoyed being.