I sat next to a middle-aged lady with a Little Black Dress which fit her perfectly. She was just the right height, shapely for her age, well-coiffed. ...he was my prey for the evening.Next to her was a dark-skinned co-worker (?), then the boss. More from the same organization sat at the other side of the table.My opening was straightforward. “Hi, I’m Greg. I live close by; welcome to our fair city.”My target replied, “Thank you. My name is Karen. This is Isaac and our boss, Mr. Smith. The rest of. No one wants to know if Meghan got a breast reduction once they see her paper-flat chest. That dreadful askers face keeps flashing in my mind. His eyes are so startlingly blue. But how would he react if someone asked whether theyre real or just contacts? Why do I–and only I–need to explain my body? ~~ The lunch bell rings. Time for class again. We flood out of the courtyard like a massive stampede of buffalo. Hey baby. Sup, honey? Heres my number, babe. Hey, wanna have some fun? This is the. To rohan ne usse ke lip pe kiss diya or usne do bikini li or extra 500 hundred rupees dekar chali gayi…….Phir mujhe rohan ne kaha ki “aaj raat ko bohot mazzaa ane wla hai kya chut, boobs or gaand the uske ek daam gore jese dudh mein se nikalkar aayi ho”…..Mein hmmm hum to dambar mein se nahate hain….Usne mujhe phir manaya phir usdin shaam ko uska phone aaya ki mein aa jaungi aap mujhe apna adress msg kar do….Rohan ne usse msg bhej diya or waise bhi joo bhi 30 ke neeche ki auraat aati hain usse. ” I refused. “What am I gonna tell Adeel.”“Don’t worry about him.” He handed me the necklace. “Just give him any cock and bull story… he’ll believe it.” He moved behind me, took the necklace from me and slipped it around my neck. Then he took me in front of the mirror. “Nilu… you’re gorgeous.” He spoke as he slipped his arms around my waist. I felt his hardness pressing into my back. His hand slipped inside my panties, and his hand touched my juicy, swollen cunt lips and quickly found my clit..