Ab meri taraf sir ghuma lo ab is side say bhi delh loo vo boli koi cheez bhi nahin hai jis per mai bethu nichy thand chad rahi hai kyonki usney khali ...kert pahni thee manykaha mairy pairo per beth ja vo boli theek hai usney meri taraf face kar liya mujhy dhayan nahin raha ki mai sirf towal mai hoon vo ghumi to usney dekha ki mery towel mai say mera lund dikh raha hai per vo chup rahi fir many mahsoos kiya ki uski skert mujhy chubh rahi hai many kaha ki teri skert mery pairo mai chubh rahi hai. .. I mean, what are you saying... about 'owning' me... I don't know what that means..." she stammers in confusion. "What I mean, baby, is that I told your husband that I would make him my chief salesman, and pay him that tremendous salary that he has never justified, as long as I could get my hands on you and make you one of my 'women.'" "Surely he told you that I wanted you this way, I know that he must have told you about the toenail polish, because you have that gorgeous slutty scarlet color. With my other hand I gently stroked your panty covered ass, and I began to slowly jack off. I kissed your shoulder, and put a little more pressure into the hand touching you but still no response. I rub ny nose into your shoulder and smell you - a delicious mix of you, your hair and a sweet morning funk.My mouth dry with lust I sit up next to you, facing your feet, and run both hands down your back to the arch of your buttocks, slipping them into your panties to cup each cheek in a palm. I. Young, old, pretty, ugly, married, single it doesn’t matter. Plus, I get to watch so you can’t screw me on the bet.”Across the street was the last restaurant in the town; a small, run-down coffee shop.Jack’s face fell as he entered; there was the geekiest, nerdiest young girl he had ever seen; big nerdy glasses, shapeless sweater, absorbed in some tech magazine. Her hair carelessly fell over her face. She was Indian or maybe Pakistani. Not fair! He only did white chicks; mostly blonde,.