Who could it be? Her heart jumped. Could it be Fatty back from a day of promotion and selling? That would be welcome. Or could it be the only other pe...son besides herself and Amna who had a key to the flat? It was nothing but disappointment that Salim felt, as she saw the utterly naked figure of Fluff (She never felt the need to wear a dildo all the time!) standing by the door with that disgusting tattoo dominating her face. Amna jumped up off the sofa, at last taking her eyes off the. I followed her and hugged her from behind. I started kissing her on her cheeks and fondling with her hair. She became excited. But then said “Neighbors will see”. I also saw that our actions may be visible to someone outside. I switched off the kitchen light.She was also OK with that. I turned her towards me. I started kissing her vigorously. I smooched her for quite sometime. Then I removed her kameez and started fondling her breasts through her bra. My mouth opened up to handle her boob.. Just then she would get home. She could decide on a proper course of action, and splurge on clothes later. The taxicab dropped her off outside her apartment building, and the old chauffeur’s bill was a steep two hundred dollars. Twice that of her trusted cab company, but she didn’t complain. She had bigger whales to wallop, and besides, her present money was enough to live out the sheltered life of a sickly old lady, but in her new avatar she would going out a lot. It was nearly four in the. "Yes I understand that, but the money is not important and I think he got more than money in mind and I refuse to pay some lowlife like that," said Mary with feeling."Ok, I try, my charges are £100 a day plus agreed expenses," said Sharp."Thank you Mr Sharp, that's fine, I'll be hearing from you soon I hope."With that Mary handed over a cheque from £500 and she headed for the door."How can I get in touch?" asked Sharp looking up at the departing figure."I'll call you," said Mary.