Theprotesters. They came today, of all days. He cracked open theblinds on the window in the kitchen to see them.They were chanting something. They wer... holding signs. Hecollapsed as he saw them. One was a crude cartoon drawing of awoman with a moustache that said "Little Miss Jason Moore:Murderer." Another was a picture of an aborted fetus with acaption that said "Dick-less Wonder Jason Blair: you deservedwhat you got." Another: "How does it feel to be like the whoresyou serve?"Katie stumbled. Now she did the same on her forehead. He kissed and licked chocolate from her forehead too.Then, slowly, she teased him with her nose, lips, chin, and neck as well.I spoke to them.Me: Come on Pranathi, don’t stop. Remove your t-shirt and bra and spread the chocolate all over your body. Raghu seems loving your taste. He can’t stop licking you even if the chocolate is gone.Bindu now hit me on the shoulder and said, “Let’s go to our room”.As soon as we went to the room, she locked the door, pushed. I was on my knees, and he pulled down his pants. His thick, seven inches long dick was fully hard.I opened my mouth myself, and without wasting time, he inserted his cock inside. I was moving my tongue all over his cock. He was already on cloud nine. I was taking his cock into my mouth and then taking it out. I kept repeating this.This was making him go crazy. He held my hair and asked me to stick out my tongue. And then he started stroking his dick on my tongue and my lips. It was a bit. In my infinite wisdom, I suggested that maybe he consider letting me take him on as a patient. That way whatever he said was actually protected by law. He discussed it with Allison, and they decided that this was satisfactory. Jimmy paid me my agreed price, one dollar," my dad sniggered, and Bob continued. "Yes, my thoughts exactly, one dollar, a price for which I've been kicking myself ever since. Anyway, he then went on to tell me what was happening. I was just as floored as I'm sure you are..