The steady whine of the drill motor cut off after only a couple of minutes, and he pulled the bit back out of the hole it had made."That's it." He lai... the drill down, holding a patch ready to close off the hole. "The air's going out, but not too awful fast. You think we're back on Earth? Maybe on top of a mountain some place?" That's my guess. I'll close this door, and see how long it takes the pressure in here to equalize. It opens inward, so we'll be able to open it if we have to."They. The make-up seemed all right to me. The doorbell rang.“Ah! My princess! Bajaj won’t be able to keep his hands off you tonight. Let’s go baby… just scorch the movie screens.” Govind was overjoyed. He was my friend-cum-agent.He knew a lot of people and had many contacts.The two of us nervously waited for Mr. Bajaj in his plush office. A waiter has served us cold drinks a while ago. I was checking out the film posters adorning the walls. “Pyaasa Patni”, “Garam Jawaani”, “Kaam Katha”… the titles. Its only that since I’m your mom, the society has some restrictions on how we express ourselves to each other.Me : Oh come on momma. Its just between the two of us and from where did the society come in between and as a matter of fact the society doesn’t know how much we love each other. So just dont confuse yourself momma.Mom: (After thinking for a while…) Hmm…. you’ve got a point son (and smiled).I placed my hand on her shoulder turned her to face me looked deep into her eyes and softly. Rashawn is real hood, talking to me like he already owns me and I am his little whore. He tells me how many white girls need him and blow his phone up hourly. His large muscular 6ft 5 frame drives me wild, his large hands cup my ass and makes me feel like I have a small butt. I'm sitting legs crossed as his arm holds me close, I spread my legs and looking him in the eyes I tell him to look down. My lace dress is hitched up and he can see my bare pussy shinning in the dull lighting. His eyes.