When the mayor -- who doubled as the owner of the bakery -- invited himself to join them at their lunch table, they knew the idea had become a plan."W...ll, John," Bob said, "what can we do for you today? Do we get three guesses for the subject?" Sure you can," the mayor retorted with a smile, "if two guesses don't count. Bob, Steve, your 'save the kids' concept has grown legs. Most of the people I talk to are very much in favor. Those few who aren't convinced mainly don't know how such a thing. But I held on tight, refusing to let it happen just yet. I only lasted a few seconds, but it gave me just enough time to fully enjoy the intense pounding. Then it happened. I climaxed. FUUCCCKKKK!!!! I shrieked at the top of my lungs. My head was thrust back. My back arched. My body trembled. My lover continued to pound me savagely as wave after wave of cum shot out of me. The warm liquid ran down my thighs, bringing a smile to my lips when the initial moan finally ended. I dont know how long. That woman had not kidded them. There was something positively medieval about the place. The room smelled old and musty and the stone walls were far from clean. There were no windows: only a locked heavy wooden door that would be their only contact with the world. The only furnishings were the old mattress, and the metal pail that would serve as their toilet. They did provide a roll of toilet paper; at least that part wasn’t medieval. The room was illuminated by a bare bulb in the center of the. We went with my friend for sending him off and came back. I drove my friend’s car with Vanaja (as I call her now, after this incident) sitting in the front seat beside me. We came home around 6 pm and she asked me to change into casuals and she was preparing dinner. We had a hearty meal and personally for me it was one of the best since hostel food in Chennai cannot even be called as food. After dinner, she asked me to sleep in my friend’s room. But luck, as I would call it, the AC was not.