The driver was a middle-aged man originally from Ghana and down south by way of New York. He learned of Nate’s recent relocation and Dorrien’s pre...ence in the city for the past year. The African seemed highly intrigued by Dorrien’s work as a senior director of project management at a mid-sized technology firm.As they rode, and Dorrien explained his job to the driver, Nate thought about the a few things he was grateful to have picked up from his thirty-two year-old friend. Dorrien had confessed. Ek din Friday night ko hum chess khel rahe they to dhruv ne kaha i m not feeling well main jata hoon soney tum log continue karo…Us waqt tak Shweta sirf mere muth marne ka zariya thi itni khoobsurat jiski hadd nai…Aur khelte kheltey ek chess ka cuing gir gaya zammen pe to shewta zhuki lene ko to uske boobs dikhai diye mujhe aur pink nipples main to jaise pagal ho gaya aur usne mujhe dekh liya ke main uske boobs ko dekh raha hoon…Chalo khelte khelte ek shart rakhi Shweta ne ke agar main jeeta to. Greg grabbed the bucket of washer fluid and splashed him with it. As soon as he came to, I took his arm and gained a wealth of useful information. He had been told not to let me touch him, amongst other interesting things.I smiled at Greg, “NOW you can let Senor dumbass join his compadres.”Greg grinned, “Adios, ass-wipe. Ya shouldn’t have messed with this truck!” And away he went.I was surprised we hadn’t attracted a crowd, but the place was almost deserted and nobody saw anything as far as we. .. uhhhnn!... d-does that have... to d-do with it, Mistress?" Laura panted."Sometimes, one's fantasies are so strong because they have some other hidden power," Nyssa explained. "And with Heather, it is that she is another Sensitive. She can see the Darkness."Nyssa lifted her hand from Laura's breast. She looked again into her slave's eyes and smiled at the lust she saw in them. She felt a wave of pleasure wash over her at the sound of her slave's needful pant. She felt satisfaction at her.