Max lay limply, still in shock. It didn't matter to Lexi as long as he did not fight her. From the feel of him underneath her hips, not all of him was...limp. Lexi ran her finger down his chest, digging her nails into the flesh there. Part of her wondered how Max would explain the scratch marks. The rest of her did not care. She yanked her top over her head. She left her bra on. Her mouth moved from his lips, traveling to his neck and chest, pausing to tease one of his nipples. She kept going. He sighed and went back to the never-ending pileof paperwork on his desk.*****Charlie had become a new person. She had always been strong willed andconfident but she had as a necessity built a shell around herself toprotect her from the harshness of the world. Working in Fringe Chic shelearned to engage with people and the types that frequented the salonand Soho in general were far more empathetic and considerate than theclose-minded people she was used to dealing with; people who. We were at a club, I saw several men approach her, some of them she pointed to me. One man, she introduced me to. His name was Fat Rob. He’s why I’m here, he’s why I’m in this place. He’s why memories were hazy. He’s why everything seems odd.I’m having sex with Fat Rob right now. I’m on my bed, Doug is somewhere, I don’t remember where. I’m riding Fat Rob so hard, I feel like the bed will break.I kiss him hard, he calls me “Miss Brandi” again. I resume grinding into him.I hear Doug. ” I reached inside her salwar and stuck a finger up her cunt. Maya spread her legs and pushed my hand deeper in her meat. The fucking bitch was already soaked! Mujhe lund chahiye Ramesh”. I started to unzip but she said, “Nahin, tumhara nahin. Vinod ka lund. Marva do mujhe. Pleeeeeease Ramesh.” She continued shoving my hand in and out of her cunt, and I could feel the liquid running through my fingers.With her head on my chest and her eyes closed, she stood against me grunting like a pig,.