A couple of nights worth of pussy and she got nine hundred dollars worth of work done on her car. That is what it would have cost her if she had taken...the car into a shop. It didn't cost me that much because I got an employee discount on the parts I used and I was donating the labor anyway.And her female roommates? I tossed her keys under the front seat, got out of the car and walked over to the mail boxes. I looked for the name on the mail box for apartment 204 — Martin Keller. Sure did not. "It's my diary!" Damn," Julie exclaimed. "I didn't know you kept a diary. Does it... ?" Oh, yeah. There's some hot stuff in here, but..." Come on, let's have a little sample." No Julie, it's my diary. It's sacred." Bullshit, Rach, a lot of time's gone by. Your Statute of Limitations has run out." Get real girl. For God's sake, you're an attorney. Cut the crapola will ya?"Inexplicably, I found my grammar returning to that of my collegiate level. Julie's too, for that matter."Come on, Rachel.. “Meaning that I was a whore. No need for euphemisms with this ... neophyte. I have the feeling that harlots don’t bother him at all. Which is as it should be,” Moira still blushed in spite of her own principles ... the baggage of her Catholicism still lodged in her subconscious.“Doesn’t trouble me at all. And you would be?” I asked the next person around the table while digesting my cheesecake and Captain Morgan.“Leonid Goldman, originally from Simbirsk, Russia. Vladimir Lenin was one of my. I never imagined it would make me horny, and I had to masturbate to relieve myself.Now she had all the control, and she made all the decisions. She booked a hotel room for 2 days in Panchgani, and we left Mumbai for our session the next day. I was driving, and everything was normal. She wore a salwar suit that hugged her 34-30-36 figure perfectly and looked gorgeous as always.I was wearing jeans and a black t-shirt. We reached our destination after a four-hour drive. We checked into the hotel,.