The note was typewritten; the previous ones had been scrawled, almost illegible. The instructions were clear; she must wear a dress, no bra. Suspender... and stockings, but not panties. High heel shoes with ankle straps. Jill was surprised by the "no panties" rule; he had seemed to like tugging them down her legs, then ordering her to step from them. Perhaps he just wanted some variety this time.She found herself becoming intrigued, excited even by the letter, like a girl receiving a love letter.. On one of her routine sessions with the psychotropic drugs, Melody began to hear a pattern among Peter's ramblings: words and phrases were repeated. As usual, 'the source's' information came in disjointed words and ideas. They needed interpretation. Melody broke it down to four groups- Information about the new source: He's a former Chief in the navy. He has no body (or perhaps it was 'nobody') but he has a body. He is Hispanic. He's dead but alive. He can talk to computers. The computer talks. I stepped into the shower, and as thewater hit me, my whole body went tingly. This was amazing! My handsunconsciously reached up for my chest and started giving me a real boobmassage, as I felt the dildo move upwards again. I let out a gasp, andthen coughed a little, as I found my mouth suddenly full. It had doneit again! Suddenly, I was this rubber dick's sex toy for the fourthtime in a row! This wasn't fair, the dildo was supposed to be the sextoy, not me.But I felt so good, I just kept. Mere liye ye change aalag tha jaha college mai sirf boys hi boys nazar aate manao jaise sher mai ladkiya khatm ho gayi ho.College mai jin-jinki girlfirend thi wo sab aapni gf ke saath ya to park mai ya phir cinema thethre mai ghumte rahte aur jinki nahi thi wo ya to saara din cricket khelte, gaane sunte, mobile par movies dekhte ya phir girls college ke bhar jaa kar ladkiyo ko niharte par usmai bhi kuch log hi jodi banane mai safal hote par mai utna lucky nahi tha…Aab ek saal ho gaya tha.