I want you to fuck mewith it real hard like a dirty whore."She nudged just the head in and jabbed it in and out a few times"And if you ask me to stop ...hall I keep going?" Yeah I want you to fuck me like a slut and even if I say stop I want youto fuck me until you fill my ass with your cum." Do you want me to fuck you till I cum in your ass?" (I didn't know thatwould take 20 minutes)"Yes Cleo fuck me and fuck me hard. Fuck me so hard I beg you to stop butkeep on going until you eventually cum. Your thoughts and involvement are giving me big moral support, but…” He stopped with hesitation. I encouraged, “Come on Kishore. Good to know that you understood my intention in the right spirit, what is that ‘but’. Come up openly. Let me know your thoughts openly.”Kishore said, “Anni, Thanks for your generosity and proposal for rehearsal. No doubt that this is a good idea considering our real situation. I like it and admire this idea. Definitely, your proposal to shoot our acting and reviewing. Me andar gaya wo khat par leti thi wo boli chal jaldi aaja mene kaha pahle usko dho tole wo boli kisko mene kaha choot ko wo boli khayega ise mera to dimag kharab phir bhi mene use samjhaya aase lagatar do logo ke kane se bimari lagjati haiwo boli thi hai dho kar aati hoon me bhi hoi risk nahi chahata tha phir wo aagyi aur khat par letkar boli chal jaldi kar aur usne apna patikot upar utha kar boli chal daal de jaldi se me bola pure kapde nahi utarogi kya wo boli nahi mene kaha utar dona me. Yes, she’d seen him in the group of folks she’d gone to the theater with as Elizabeth’s guest the week after Thanksgiving. He’d been sweet. A great smile and funny stories. It had been a group from Elizabeth’s church, Clara remembered. She rolled down the window. ‘Say, aren’t you Mrs. Benton?’ he asked. ‘Yes, yes,’ Clara answered. ‘And you’re Ben . . . Ben from Elizabeth Sturges’s church group, aren’t you?’ ‘Yes. It looks like you are in a good bit of trouble and that you won’t be going.