I remember her outfit the day we moved in: A white t-shirt that didn't really hide her polkadot bra and a pair of blue skinny jeans that hugged her su...prisingly sizeable ass.Alexis was also already there when I started carrying my stuff upstairs. She was a tall, slender English Literature student with pale skin and long, silky brown hair that reached just about to her not-as-small-as-you'd-think A-cups. She was stood in a figure-hugging white jumper with a diagonally-cut hem that fell just. "In your cage!?" I leaned forward and licked what I could. "I think that's a great idea." I said encouragingly, aiding his submission. Flicking my tongue at the tip, I stared into his eyes and continued my massage. Enjoying my teasing a little too much, too soon, his balls tightened and I quickly focused my attention elsewhere. With two fingers I rubbed his taint in a circular motion, pressing upwards and forcing his caged cock to bulge away from his body. His uncomfortable moans & groans are. And instead of you and your stepfather paying me, all I ask for is your silence, and accept this gift of the apartment.’ ‘Is this place kosher? I mean will it be mine?’ ‘All paid for, ready to hand over the deeds to you. Give the list and move in when you like.’ ‘No, wait, that’s far to fucking easy. There has to be a catch.’ ‘No catch. Actually I do owe you a favour. It’s best not to go into those details.’ ‘What favour? Tell me.’ Hoffman thought about his answer, knowing that he needed the. Exams were just about to finish and had no idea what to do in vacation, mean while parents suggested me to visit granny at our native place ‘Surat’ situated in Gujarat. I too found that idea catchy. Since I myself couldn’t remember when I visited her last. It was about to be summer vacation so there was no scope of me getting train reservation, but all thanks to Indian railway for the tatkal service where I managed to book confirm tickets through agent. I informed my granny about me visiting.