It’s a fetish, he’d said. It’s a fetish, he’d said. Indian porn ‘Saturday.’ Steve sounded strict. She was looking at me with bright frightful eyes, that after a while glassed over and then started rolling away. I too pulled the covers of my girl, she wasn’t even wearing pajamas, just a set of panties that said Monday even though it was Wednesday today. I shook his hand off and followed him through the hallways until we arrived at their door. ‘I know.’ I said. I started to actually care about the way my cock moved in and out of her pussy and with renewed enthusiasm I started thrusting. ‘Well do something about it then.’ Steve said. ‘I don’t want her to be out longer.’ I whispered back, because the moment her eyes shut close and her head slumped to the side I wanted her to wake up again, just so I could chloroform her again, and again and again. ‘Dude.’ I whispered back. Well if that was his thing I wasn’t about to stop him, yet it wasn’t my thing.
