“Well,” I said, “maybe I can help you with that.”She stared at me for a moment, as everything in her wanted to protest and run away. Still, in...the end curiosity overcame her fear, and maybe something told her to just go with the flow this time, so she just nodded and smiled as I took her by the hand and went with her and the black vibrator to the counter to pay. The girl wished me, or us, I wasn’t sure, “lots of fun” as we went towards the exit.Unlike most other sex shops this one didn’t have. ? I was instantly transported backto another time as I gazed at pages meticulously written using an old style fountainpen.? The penmanship, clearly fromanother era, was immaculate.? The text had sat undisturbed for decades in a box full of seeminglyunrelated immigration files.? What hadbrought my attention to it was its binding.?I had seen that exact color and style of ?binding once before while searching through awar documents archive in Frankfurt.? Itwas the official, military issue binding. Nadia wore a blue backless saree and our hair was both straightened out and we looked damn sexy and we took a whole lot of pictures before heading out of our room.The scene around us was so decorative and seemed festive and we had surely done a brilliant job. It was like the perfect wedding, the wedding I want someday after twenty minutes or so, we finally ran into my big brother. Murtaza looked absolutely sexy!Like Damon Salvatore perfection and he wore a dark suit with a blue silk tie, his. I let him fuck me until he couldn’t hold out any more. I was hot and getting hotter but this was for him, he needed to have complete control over what we did. It didn’t take long before he lost the rhythm of fucking and started jerking and groaning. His eyes rolled up and his neck muscles strained as he clenched his jaws, I could feel his erection pulsing round after round of cum.I heard a faint slurp when he pulled out and I felt the results of his ejaculation leaking down my ass. I smiled.