He was a driver for MTS. I liked shooting pool with Steve: I almost always beat him.It was almost nine. The band would be tuning up pretty soon. That ...ould be my signal to cut country. I had no interest in chasing any of the ladies that frequented the place, and being an ex-con would always be a turnoff to any of the ladies that I would be interested in. Anyway I wasn’t interested in serious dating at all. Rozelle was the end for me. I would just work and eventually die. Anyway, that was the. Nisha was sitting on the bed, there were some other girls sitting on the bed side in a line and they were chitchatting. I reached there and there was no place to sit, so I began to talk with Nisha standing in front of her.Suddenly I looked downwards and my eyes stuck at her lap. Nisha didn’t know how to wear a petticoat. Every petticoat has a V notch for easy wearing and using the string through there. When ladies wear petticoat they keep the V notch at the side of their body. But Nisha wore. Just fuck.’‘Yes Mistress’, he replied.Still a little taken aback by her attitude, he complied with her command. He placed his cock at her cunt and started fucking. He couldn’t understand the sudden domineering mood, but he did like it. He loved her. He trusted her. He enjoyed the idea of letting go and letting her dominate him.However, as he fucked her from behind, he realized something. She had made a mistake. She put him in a position to dominate her. He spanked her ass, and she liked it. He. I got rock hard.Knowing that she likes to be wild, I tore half of her breast in anger and started sucking her nipples heavy. She didn’t expect this but was aroused to the core. She started pressing my penis hard over my jocky. I was not in the mood of watching her breast or nipples but was wild enough to suck her breast. I kept sucking, sucking, sucking…she kept pressing, pressing, pressing. I in between went to kiss her lips to give me more wild.Sucking her lips and sucking her breasts were.