My father is a retired doctor in Mumbai.After six months i was coming back to my home in new Delhi. My husband was supposed to come with me but at the...last minute i had to come alone.The plane landed on the airport.I hired a taxi to take me home. The driver started asking me whether i would need a hotel.i said no but he went on pestering me that he knows lots of good hotels.i told him to take me to my home,and i am not a tourist.he stopped in the middle of the road and parked the car near a. That made sense. Candy would be the one most likely to try and touch herself. After all she would not have another chance after next Saturday. I considered Candy. At 23 she would be forever denied another orgasm. I knew perfectly well that if she had not been able to have anything other than a clitoral orgasm by now, it is most unlikely she will ever achieve a vaginal one. The cruelty of this mutilation was unbelievable. To top it all off, she was being denied any possibility of masturbating. "Hey, Princess," he said. "Whatcha got?" Got those pictures of me and Dan and Alan and Tina from the concert," she smiled. "Thought you might want to see." I sure do," he said. He followed Cindy back into my office where I had the pictures up on my monitor.I turned the monitor so he could see. First thing he said was, "Cindy, you sure do look nice in that dress." Thank you, Mister Bill," Cindy said. "That's sweet of you to say so."He bent a little bit closer to the monitors to get a better. I never understood how those cuties could handle my cock getting shoved up their tight backdoors, but I sure as hell had enjoyed it. They couldn't walk right for a week afterwards and I never got a chance for a second round with any of them. But these FudgePacker girls would be pros.The studio turned out to be a room over a garage in a kinda shady part of town. Not what I'd expected, but I guess these guys have to keep the overhead down. I figured the less they spent on rent, the more they.