The sound of the steps grew stronger as if the man somehow knew where she was. "Come on out" she heard him say. She could see his shirt it was better ...ailored than the ragged and torn t-shirt she was wearing it looked to be very comfortable. "Girl come out I ain't gonna hurt you" What about the dog?" she yelled back finally deciding the futility of her situation."Oh Captain he won't hurt you either." He said in a sure voice. She scrambled from under the overgrowth and crawled out he was maybe. Main – Agar tight hai tab to dard hoga.Pooja – wahi to chahiye. Main bar bar dard nahi sehna chahti. Tumhara lund ghusega to pura fail jayegi meri gand fir chudwane mein dard nahi hoga.Mujhe to bas sunne ki der thi. Maine turant use ghodi banaya aur gand pe lund rakha. Fir dheere dheere ander ghusane laga. Uski gand kafi tight thi aur Pooja dard se rone lagi thi. Adha hi ghusa kar main chodne laga.Fir achanak tej stroke se thoda aur ander dalta, fir chodta kuch der aur fir ek stroke se aur. There were no porters about, so she showed me to my room. I enjoyed walking behind her; watching the tight black trousers stretch over her beautiful round bottom as she swayed toward the elevator. She showed me right to the hotel room, then said "If there is anything else you need just dial zero for the reception desk, I'm here all night."She smiled, and headed back to the elevator, that beautiful real swaying from side to side as she went. I smiled, entered my room and shut the door. Now, back. Unsure of herself, she moves back to look through the window and stumbles on a man who grabs her by the waist.“Did you hurt yourself?” he asks her without releasing her.“No. I’m sorry, I was distracted.”The man still won’t let go. On the contrary, he pulls her even more.“Let go of me, please,” she asks.Indifferent, the man maintains his grip.“I said let go of me!” She cries.“Very well!” the man shouts. “You are all tease. You dress like whores and then you don’t go all the way!”Jasmine’s face.