She smiled and welcomed me inside the house and gave me juice to drink.We had normal conversation in tamil and how the family is doing during this tim... I constantly kept checking her but due to my bad luck her husband came and after sometime I left.When I went to the hostel I was rock hard and masturbated thinking about her two times and slept.Three months later I saw her in a mall in black veil with her husband and we had a great conversation. Her husband helped me to get implant training in. Thousands and thousands of pods. They were all egg-shaped, and each of them had at least one person in them. Sometimes there were couples. You briefly saw one particular pod; it had a boy - somewhere between nine and eleven - his body completely free of hair with a cable in the back of his neck, a breathing mask over his nose and mouth, suspended in a vat of clear goo as he slept peacefully. In the pod next to him, there was an adult man and an adult woman, both of them asleep together in a. The stench made me regret it immediately.“Get a grip, asshole,” I said aloud.“Talking to yourself?” came a voice from the shadows. As I turned my head towards the sound, the reason for my ill-advised presence here emerged before me.“Mr. Smith?” I asked, stupidly. My companion’s body language clearly stated, “Who else, asshole? Get a grip.”“Have you got it?” I asked, equally dense.“Have you?” he replied. At least, the voice was clearly that of an educated man, not an opportunistic vagrant. A. Being in total control of her and what situations he could place her in got him hard just by thought alone. He knew her limits and intended to take her to the edge of them during this special party. Once she chose 3 men from the hundreds of emails she received, she turned the addresses over to M so that he could disclose to the participants what he expected from them throughout the night. They all reached a consensus to hold the party at a seedy motel in town where the noises they knew would be.