” Aunty, tum kissi jawan ladki se kam nahin ho, essi mast aurat maine ab tak nahin chodi. Bachpan se aapki gaand dekh kar mera lund khada ho jata th..., lekin tum mere se chudwayogi ek din bas mera sapna hi tha. Sach, aunty, tum to ek patakha ho” Bhosadi ke Lallu, sale bachpan se hi essey ho tum/ Tab to apni maa ki chuchi bhi dekhte hoge chhup chhup ke sale maderchod, Pushpa ki gaand kam sexy hai kia?” Main chudayio ki masti main tha aur zor se dahke marte huye bola” Mummy ki gaand to papa ke. The blindfold gave him pause, but by then, there was nothing he could do about it. After some kissing, whispering, and teasing, Nikki had introduced Eric to the hell of tickle torture. It was the one erotic weapon for which he had no defense, reducing him to manic contortions of unbearable yet painless agony.Now, Nikki played with Eric’s cum, careful not to swallow, and watched the slippery patina of sweat slowly drying on his skin, thirsty for the tasty puddle in his navel. Nikki considered. She did feel naughty, though. She wondered how long he’d keep her like this. She already felt a little dizzy, with her head down and her ass in the air.“Stormi. Move to the window.” He said. She stood, and turned, and walked around the cell aimlessly. She almost giggled, just because she was fucking with him. He finally figured out what the problem was.“Stormi. Move to the food slot.” He said, and she walked right to the clear plastic wall, and stood directly in front of the food slot. He just. "Let go of her," I said breathing hard."Or what you'll be doing? Shooting me?" he sneered.I'll admit to being tempted and I'll also admit to later regretting the fact that I didn't shoot him but I blame it on the fact I didn't know then what I know now. Maybe what happened was even better than shooting the fucker though. Well, regrets are good I've been told, it means you're alive to have them."Not this time," I said slowly. "Now. Let. Her. Go." And you'll be making me little man?" he chuckled..