His boss lost his license to his third drunk driving conviction so he hired a black ex convict to drive himself around. He figured that maybe he was d...opping off some paper work for Bill or maybe he had something for Carolyn. Bill met her at work, where she is the executive secretary to his boss Mr. Jenkins. Bill entered the house and yelled out that he was home, it was surprisingly quiet. He put down the bag and carried the flowers into the living room, no one was in there. He then went around. I ate it and I thought it tasted great," I sassed.My mother sighed."Look sis, we all had a good time ok? It is Gabby's birthday and she has the right to do with her cake whatever she wants," my uncle said."It's pointless trying to get through to you all."My grandmother laughed. She looked at me. "Did you have fun Gabby?"I nodded happily eating some of my cake. "Yes I did." Then that's all that matters."My mother shook her head. "I swear Gabby, you need to grow up." Let her be a kid," my uncle. Ahhhhhhhhh … fucking great!” she shouted!!! … “Put both up my ass-hole … now!” The guy’s removed their weapons’ and then spat on and sucked on the barrels then eased both h gently into her ass-hole … “Argghhh! … you dirty filthy fuckers!” … both guy’s shouted out … “Shut up you dirty slut, you fucking love it, we’ll make you fucking cum and cum and fucking cum, then we’ll wank all over your cunt, ass & the gun’s and shove the while fucking lot up your dirty slutty cunt, bitch!” … She squirmed. Since this is my first installment of the story, the introduction might take a bit of time but I request you to bear with me. I am pretty sure you will love it.I remember I was in my teens when I came to Calcutta with my parents. I looked a bit like Hina Khan, but was not so fair in complexion and certainly not so toned a body. My parents never told me to be in purdah and all (except for certain ceremonies) but they are not too liberal like a lot of my Bengali friends’ parents. I will be honest.