Steffi had an open nature about her. From when she was little, Steffiwas the belle of the pizza parlor. Patrons loved her; they loved whenthe little...six-year old would come bouncing in off the beach, ponytailwagging as she sing-songed or skipped into the restaurant. She had agood memory and would say hello to most of the regulars. Steffi alsowould avoid making anyone feel uncomfortable. If a child with adisability was in the restaurant, for example, Steffi would speak withthe child and. So I was sitting on the ground floor near the kitchen along with my aunt and I heard someone walking down. It was my cousin sister Ashwini and her tutor. His name was Raj. They both came down and Raj said to aunty, “Today’s lesson for Ashwini is over and I will be back tomorrow.” Ashwini on her way down was adjusting her clothes. I felt something kinky at that time.I used to stay on the second floor in another room and Ashwini used to stay in the other room. Both uncle and aunty used to stay on. Her cunt still ached fromthe wild fucking she had had in the theater.Her body still remembered the painful experience. And yet the experiencehad taught her that it was real fucking that she needed. She was almostgrateful to the r****ts for bringing her so shockingly back to the realworld of hot fucking. There would be no more sterile masturbation forher. Nothing could satisfy her now but the son she loved.She had to have him and she had to have him now. She would act while hercunt was still hot. Open the cash register, raise your hands, and back away. You also mashed the panic button on the floor as you backed away, and the police usually responded quite quickly. We only had three the first year, pretty amazing really. The fact that I kept two coffee pots going in the office and we never, under any circumstances, charged the police for snacks, probably helped a little. Plus, the guys they caught got the shit beat out of them when they made bail or got out of jail, courtesy of the two.