Deepthroat

I have and you know that imagination is a horrible thing to waste. See, I came home from work on an incredibly excited night. My husband, on the other hand, was more interested in dating his friends and asked me to wait for him to come home. We didn’t get along from the beginning and I was ready to catch up, but now he really pissed me off.

Frustrated like hell, I decided I’d go out when he left and find my own pleasure. I was pretty convinced this bastard was cheating and I was tired of playing the second violin. After all, I was too excited to sit at home and rock my thumbs. I took a shower and put on a low-cut blouse (sheer bra), a short skirt and 4-inch pumps. You know those who say, “Fuck you!”

Illeana is one of Bollywood’s hottest actresses. It was not only that, however, it was the way she smiled, the way she walked, and above all, her sexy and young throat. He must have had it. But how?

He’s been tracking her for months. He followed her in her big black van with tinted windows, always with binoculars of night vision ready. He watched it come and go from the different sets, restaurants and cafes, and even from his house and regular hotels. He took pictures of her and especially of her beautiful face and young throat. He put pictures in his van and in his little apartment. He knew what he wanted to do with her and he knew she wanted to, even if she hadn’t met him yet.

Last weekend, we went by bike and stopped by our usual water hole. It’s a very popular bar with weekend bikers (not bikers gangs, but especially professionals who like to put on their Harley equipment and ride on weekends). It has an outdoor terrace that overlooks the parking lot, so you can watch all the bikes come and go. There is an 8 foot wooden fence around the parking lot with just some wooded land behind.