I walked to the entrance and opened the door. A young man in his mid-twenties opened the door, holding our dinner on a tray.“Hello, your nasi goreng...��, he said as he scanned my body. It was only a quick glance but I knew he got a good look at my body, my boobs and nipples, my scantily covered pussy (by that time, my camel toe, I’m sure).“Please, put it inside,” I said as I turned around and walked inside. He followed me. Now I wished I had eyes in the back of my head. I gave my hips a little. “I’m just getting us a drink. Will only be a minute.” He smiled. “Make yourself at home!” I leaned back against the soft brown couch and admired the decor. The room was brown and beige with a hint of gold – simple but stunning. I slipped off my little black cardigan and my black kitten heels just as Scott came back through the door. “Stripping already?” He laughed. My cheeks went red with embarrassment, “Just making myself at home!” I giggled. He laughed and put two glasses of what looked like. ......''sorry becky tightarse can't talk at the moment shes sucking my cock which has just come out of her arse she has 2 minutes to make me cum or it goes back up her arse and i'll fuck her for 2 minutes if i don't cum then it goes back into her mouth arse mouth arse mouth until i cum''thats disgusting says becky' the phone goes deadtightarse is gagging on fatmans cock trying not to be sick as he shoves it into her throat the taset of her arse on his cock is almos too much for her but she. As I passed the full-length mirror, I noticed that my clothes and shoes from before I had been killed were gone. They had been replaced by a cloth shirt, leather belt, leather pants and calf high, leather boots. The shirt was a plain cream colour, but not as rough or abrasive as I expected cloth like this to be. It felt like a fine silk, rather than cloth, and there was very little weight to it. The pants were a medium brown with a rough feel to the exterior, no doubt to make them durable. The.