I can feel J getting under the covers. I knew my b*****r said something. In the other silence as if no one was there. Those fuckers wanted to hear it ...ll go down. I can feel J felling up on blush. Shes a heavy sl**per and he was able to feel her breast. The love that we have is unexplainable. It was clear as daylight to me that she wanted him next. He got the hint after 10min had gone by. Off he went back to the other room. That was the end of the situation. So,I thought and wrong. J didn’t say. "Shut up." Rashid took the glass from my hand and waved me off. "Go do your housework." As I walked to the door, I heard him yelling at her. "Two years. Two years, we've been together. You've made how much money? I take ten percent for rent! That's it! Why do you have to keep sticking your nose in where it doesn't belong?" "I know, I know, what can I say? I'm a soft touch." Rashid calmed down and laughed. "I know, I know. I shouldn't have let you book today. This one is in training." That was. So be warned, this is not a story for everybody, there are a lot of dark undertones not many will enjoy, there will be a lot of plot points I feel necessary for the characters that might be a bit offensive to some people, to them I will apologise and refer them to other stories on this site put up by some far more talented writers than me, and thank god there are a lot of them. Eroticism is not the main goal but a tool in this sotry, only serving when needed (an obvious lie). So if by some. ’ As she jokingly put her feet up in the chair and tightly wrapped her arms around her legs, rather like trying to completely cover herself, she began giggling replying ‘For crying out loud, everyone here has about three articles of clothing on. What? Is it a three minute game now? I think you all just know I’m winning and are trying to make me quit.’ Every guy there couldn’t help but glance at the crotch of her bikini as she sat with her feet up in the chair and her arms wrapped around her.