Me: I understand, darling. Let me handle this situation. Just forget about everything and sleep in my flat. If it comes to worst, I will take care of ...ou and your studies, alright? I will fight your dad and any other motherfucker who tries to screw with you. If they mess with you, they mess with me.Rohitha: Aunty, I never had a mom. I lost her in my childhood. I don’t even remember her clearly. I prayed many times to give me a mom. I think God answered my wishes.Me: That’s so sweet. Now I will. Their precision steps and dance moves were in perfectsync. Only a highly scrutinizing eye could detect any flaws in theskillfully executed routine."Briana! I need those kicks up higher!" a woman's voice shouted overthe din. "Spacing Kristin! Spacing! Don't crowd each other!"'Her' girls often moaned that Sue Enderlin was picky. But, no onecould argue about the excellence of The Fulsom High Stepperettes. Deepdown, each of the squad members knew that being a part of the awardwinning team. He reached in the window and grabbed the container of coconut oil. He grabbed a big dollop and held it in his palm. He liked coconut oil because it was smooth, rubbed in slowly, was all-natural, and had a low melting point. Just keeping it in your palm allowed it to turn liquid. He walked back to the front of the car and leaned once again before she had closed her van door. She turned and saw him. She was mesmerized as she watched him hold his hand just above his cock to let the warm oil drip. "Have you never heard of Anna Sassin?" Magnifioso asked, forgetting his bad Italian accent in his excitement. "She has an ass to die for!" He fired his gun again. It was tougher than any squats at the gym. The bitch’s ass was unrelenting. Anna flopped like a rag doll beneath Eric's repeated attempts to free himself. She bounced on the mattress and was lifted again until her body pulled tight against the restraints and yanked them both down again. This was only going to exhaust him. "What do.