He was 6 feet tall and perfectly built. He was fair and clean shaven. His eyes were black and the way he looked at me and my tits, I was blushing, my ...ipples were erected. He was smiling. His huge penis was also I thought gazing at me. And don't know for how long we were looking at each other. And then he stepped forward. He came to me and pulled me. I was in his arms, my tits were pressed against his chest and his cock was. Khair ab mein apni nai tisri story par aati hu…. Jaisa ki maine apni pichli story mai likha tha ki kis tarah maine apne pati ki gaand mari thi jis se unhe kafi dard bhi hua tha aur khoon bhi nikla tha, do dino tak wo thik se poty bhi nahi ja sake, maine kai baar unki gaand mein dawa lagai, tisre din wo bilkul thik ho gaye, lekin ek baat man na padega ki itna dard aur taqlif hone ke bawjood bhi mere is karya se wo bahut khush the, ab mere pati mujhse bahut hi jyada pyar karne lage the, maine. ‘Don’t go down dark alleys.’ ‘Always walk where other people are, in a crowd or something’ Well this time I didn’t listen to that warning, and cut across some train tracks to save some time going home in Brooklyn, NY one night. No one was around, late afternoon, so I thought, why the hell not. I was walking down an empty street lined with trailers left behind by trucking companies that closed for the day. When this man seemed to come out of nowhere, and asked me for a cigarette. I said ‘I don’t. Ishara u called for me? I ask as I walk in her office. Now her office is inside a bigger office with 4 desk and a big round table in the middle off to the side is a small coffee area where some of her employees gather around within that office there's another room off all the way to the back where is her actual office that she rarely ever uses it. This time she was in there. Dressed in her executive black suit with red silk blouse under her short hair stright up and forward parts of it slightly.