Mere luck pe depend karke main nikal pada gachibowli aur mere sleeper seat main jake bait ke song sunane laga..Mera seat double wala tha..Kutch der ba... mene ek awaz suni “Excuse me.Mera seat aapka bagal wala hain”Main ne apni sir utake dekha tho dil behak gaya.Wo shayad 25 to 27 age ka ladka tha mast gym body our hiegt 5.9 tho dikhne mai hero jaisa tha….Use dekh the hi gand main gud gudi hone lagi.Maine ek smile dhe aur sarak gaya thaki wo comfortably bait sake…Phir gadi chal padi..Aur main. ‘Which hole?’ ‘You choose,’ she cooed. They worked away, women coming and going without raising a fuss. Tom assumed this was how ad agency business works in New York. The bulldog, who Tom had been formerly introduced to as Miss Isaacs during his tour, came to him later all smiles and handed him an envelop. ‘Here is your cab fare reimbursed plus another hundred in compensation.’ Tom was soon running non-stop, making and delivering coffee. A graphics designer with a ridiculously bushy moustache. Cade couldn't figure out if Drake Pennington was behind that or his constant rejection was because of his criminal record. Either way, no one would hire him.Cade finally went to see Roger to find out if Roger had any leads on a job, but Roger was stumped. "Don't worry, we'll figure something out," Roger assured him. Cade wished he shared Roger's optimism. His unemployment checks would eventually run out and if he couldn't pay the taxes on the property, or support his family, he didn't see how. Lesley performed the same action several times. I knew her eyes would be half closed throughout her pussy licking as she always savoured being fucked in her arse. Pamela started to buck a little into Lesley’s mouth as she moved her hips upwards off the bed. She kept looking at me and then at Lesley. She was gritting her teeth as she felt Lesley’s tongue lick and suck on her clit. “Finger my arse too…”, the words came out of nowhere. It took me a few precious seconds to realise that they came.