Hearing the moan from Rekha, the security person gained confidence and he covered her whole breasts with his hands and started pressing it. Rekha was ...hocked at first, she objected.But the security person pressed her breasts hard, which made Rekha moan loudly uimaaaaa..mmmm. The security person kissed her neck and removed the pallu of the sari. He then started unbuttoning her blouse, and in quick time removed it. He was awed by the breasts which were inside the bra. He licked his lips lustily. Pulling me back up by my hair, he slid both hands around to the front of the shirt where he began to unbutton it. “You look so fucking sexy in my shirt.” He didn’t get to the bottom before he ripped it open. “You’re gonna be my little whore aren’t you?” he asked me. I didn’t answer right away. “Aren’t you?!” He pulled at my hair again. I nodded gladly so he would let go of me. “Good,” he said. He started to kiss my neck just the way I liked it. I started to melt right in his grip; if it wasn’t. ?Would you like to have dinner with us??George wasn’t that good a cook. Usually Lucy said no, however today she wanted a chance to observe George. ?Sure. Let me call home and let them know.?Cindy washed up and helped her father serve dinner. Lucy called home and told her mother that she was eating over at Cindy’s.They ate meatloaf and mashed potatoes with peas. Lucy tested George by asking for more to eat and drink. She wasn’t sure if he was just being a gracious host, or if he enjoyed serving. I never saw a briefcase so big or so old. You don't think he has a machine gun in it, do you?" she asked."You have to stop watching those old gangster movies Kristina, you're going to have nightmares," I said. "Al Capone, Bugsy and the gang along with Jimmy Hoffa are all dead. The mafia was not big in this area," I added."Go bring them up, use the elevator if they are that old. You can stay in here with us if you want to see an old fashion gangster shoot out, I have my piece in the drawer," I.