Par sms kiya (bye raj) vo ander gayi me bahar sigrate pee raha tha 5 min ke bad uska call aaya usne kaha mere pass gadi nahi hai mere ko ghar tak dorp...kar doge kya mene kaha me 5 min me niche aa raha hu tum bahar khade raho mene aapne friend ko bola mere ko jaruri kam se jana hoga meri thodi beer thi me pee ke chala gaya aaj mene 4beer pee thi usne3beer pi thi uske pair achi tarah se nahi chal rahe the mene aapni motorbike pe bithane ka bola ritu mere piche bethi thi usne mere ko kas ke pakda. " You mean... It's a demonic pact? I would sell my soul?" he asked nervously."Oh, don't be so dramatic. With all your misbehavings since your last confession years ago, did you really think your soul was due to some boring place with feathered assholes in dressing gowns?" she asked, chuckling at her own joke while another turbulence hit them. Now people were screaming and crying for help, though the blond woman was still sucking the old man's dick like it could save her life. "Besides, the pact. I had met Gina when I was managing a major project for her company. It was strictly a business relationship and had even met her second husband at office social events her company held. A couple of years after the divorce from her second husband our paths crossed again as her company hired me to manage another major project. This time though, she was the lead for her company which meant I worked with her on a daily basis. Our relationship stayed professional throughout the year long project but. Mike and Tyler sat on the couch while Walker and I sat on the recliners across the living room. After the second drink, I noticed Grant never came out of his room, so I asked Tyler if Grant was coming to join us out here."Nahh, he went out of town with friends to a concert. Some metal band, I don't remember the name. He said he won't be back until sometime tomorrow." Oh nice, good for him." I replied. Perfect. It would probably be a little awkward if he walked in on a small gangbang. Especially.