‘Is it the way I look? Is it my foreign name? Perhaps the color of my skin or the size of my waist? Or is it because I don’t have a home? Why so c...y on this wintry day?’For Mustafa it was maddening to see so many women walking upon the snow, for he longed for each and every one of them, and yet his tongue would only yield an avoidance and shyness.His head pounded with each thought. His mind roamed and wandered as it found significance in every example of creation, from the trees which whistled. Why did my alarm go off on a Saturday morning you ask? Because in my world Saturday is just like every other day. I work. I don't know a day off. I got up showered and got dressed. No time for breakfast, I was already late. I left my building grabbed a Starbucks and hailed a cab. During the cab ride I answered a few work emails. We pulled up to the building, I exited the cab and off to another 16 hour day of work. As soon as I walked in I was bombarded with paper work. Getting to my desk and. So, do I turn you on, you big-titted lezzie slut, hmmm ... ?’ she asked, almost absent-mindedly pinching one of my nipples with her free hand.I had no trouble being as honest as a saint, even if I was lust-filled sinner.‘Aaaaaahh!’ I gasped, ‘you’re the hottest fucking bitch on the planet! Do me, c’mon, take me, fucking have me ... anything you like, I’ll do just anything you want, anything at all!’Ms Brewster licked her lips in predatory delight, as she ran both of her hands over and around. Now Ramu was 22 years old and I was 27 and Anil was 35 because of the huge workload he had lately Anil had become quite the drinker. He would come home very late if he did come. Our sex life had dwindled down to nothing. We would hardy touch each other and I was very lonely. I was also in my sexual prime and because of this I was horny most of the time and used to walk around the house with a moist unsatisfied pussy. Now Arthi had come back from her village to work instead of Ramu but I.