“Check it!” she challenged me.I gave her a little smile and bounced it back softly to her.Her eyes narrowed again and she made one quick step to t...e left before spinning right and nearly around me as she dribbled out of my reach, then dead-legged me with a crossover dribble that I pounced on.That’s when she jumped high and arced a shot over me. I could only watch helplessly as it brushed through the net.“Swish! Two-nothing,” she teased with a fist pump, chuckling as she moved to the key to take. She shook her head and smiled at me, her beauty shining out of her eyes."It's a woman's true friend, carved in wood. It's a man's pride that she can have any time she wants it without putting up with the brute." I pulled it out and put it in her hand. "Some women tell me they prefer it to mine or any other man's." She turned it over and stroked it, feeling the soft surface of the carefully finished wood. She rubbed it along her cheek and smiled."It is lovely," she said, "but..." Be gentle with. It lingered for a few seconds. "I want you so bad," she whispered, as she pulled away from the kiss, "and I don't ever say that or do this." She smiled at me. "I hope that doesn't scare you?" she finished."No, never, I'm really honoured you said it to me," I retorted, "and I think that would be incredible." Honoured?? What was I saying? It sounded so dumb. She smiled a massive smile, turned and moved to the bar. She turned her head and cheekily licked her fingers, a delicate trail of cum from. Sometimes senior personal assistants of the bosses in the offices or the shopping malls were sent for car cleaning duty to teach them ?humility?. Car wash girls wore red bikinis with numbers written across the behind of the bottom part and the front of the top part. They were managed by the building security guards and paid by the number of cars they cleaned in a week. The guards loved to make them compete for cars they would clean. As a car would drive in, three girls would rush towards the.