It was a male voice. “Come on Olive Oyly,” it said. “Wakey, wakey.”She must be dreaming. No one called her “Olive Oyly.” No one knew about...that name for herself. Olive Oyly existed only in her fantasies. Olive Oyly was the girl that inhabited her masturbation fantasies. Oyly was what she was when she slicked herself up with oil and lay on the plastic sheets on her bed with several of her favorite toys. When she was Oyly, men would do nasty things to her– and with her. They would make her wear. I looked at Anurag, who looked so confused and lost that I felt pity for him for a second. I winked at him and he finally smiled.Priyanka went up to him, kissed him on his cheeks and told him that we have a surprise for you, now follow me to the bedroom. Both of us followed her to the room. I told Anurag I need to tie him up but he asked why? I said that don’t ask questions and trust me and asked them for a rope, but since no rope was there Priyanka suggested to use one of her duppatas. I got. More

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