Reno leaned back against the wall and lit a smoke. He took a drag and slid down the wall, slumping to the floor and chastising himself for not paying ...nough attention to the details of the memos and made a mental note to be more observant. He did NOT want this happening again. ‘We could always go check it out. You know my room’s right down the hall…’ Reno’s attention shifted from the rug to Rude as he started to meander down the hallway. ‘Hey, how long have you known, yo?’ ‘Known about what?’. Chal rahi thi tab payal or chudiya ki avaj aane lagi..gand matakne lagi..pass se gujri to umar ne kaskar gand pe thappad lagayi..rand rona band kar ab..or nachna suru kar..Mom ko nachna nhi ata tha par ab nachna pada ..kamar matkane lagi gand hilane lagi..jaise woh ek slave ban gyi ho aisi halat ho gyi apne hi ghar me..Umar ne pas bulaya or apne lund ko maa ke muh me diya or hatho se boobs masalne laga..thodi der me use laga ki maa bhi garam ho rahi he..niple tight ho gyi..ek hath panty me dala. Sam removed his navy-blue hoodie and placed it on the kitchen table before standing in front of Brook. From there, she tenderly wrapped Sam’s arm in bandages and washed off his bleeding hand with alcohol before bandaging it up to.“Sam, what are these cuts from?”“Breaking your door”“What?” Brook asked, as she leaned out of the kitchen to look down the small hallway, “Dammit!” she swore, seeing the broken glass and the unhinged door, “You better fucking fix that-”“Don’t tell me what to do”, Sam. She led Dez to a table and served him a delicious meal and tasty cocktails. Finally, after the staff and the last guests were gone, she showered and changed into something more relaxed. Now dressed in a skimpy jeans skirt, that showed off her fine ass, white, knee high leather boots, a white, backless top and a white Kangol, Trish led him to her BMW sports convertible and drove him to a nice, in little bar in town. They kicked it, sipping on cocktails, as they caught up on one another. Dez.