” Ms. Singh had commented with a tight smile. “I don’t care.” She’d replied, defiant and a little embarrassed. “It’s what I want. It’s...why I’ve been saving up money ever since my 16 th birthday. If you don’t want to do it, I’ll find another way.” “Oh, we’ll do it, Angel. After all, that’s what we do. We make your filthiest dreams come true.” And now, it was really happening… Her hips acted on instinct, lifting off the floor as she arched her back, desperately trying to spear herself on his. The water was here. It was just hanging. I guess you'd call it misting. Add to that a cold wind swooping down from the North, and it was a miserable morning to be standing on the highway waiting for a bus.And I felt good.Fifty-eight days from now, I'd stand here for the last time. After that, I was mobile.I looked around the familiar group. Traci was the only one who seemed in a good mood. She was still bubbly from her first gymnastics class last night. I'd signed her up for an advanced. "She looked at me and said, "Am I wasting my time?" Not at all" I said, "Put our past history out of your mind. You are not here to beg forgiveness and I have no intention of pleading for a second chance. Go ahead, sell me something."The rest of our meeting was professional and business like and when it was over she had a sizeable order in her order book and I had gotten a good deal on several items that we sold a lot of. Then the conversation turned to old times, the "do you remembers," and. She was 36 30 35(approximately) and 5.6 height. She used to live with her parents next to us and was the only daughter. Now let’s come to the story without wasting much of your time it was 6 in the morning in the month of Dec with cool breezes flowing. I was getting ready to go gym and as i stepped out of my home into the corridor there she was walking from one end to the other end of the corridor. Swinging her juicy and beautiful ass up and down wearing a night gown which ended little above.