Cindy told you who I was?" he asked casually, before draining the glass."I recognized you. The radio station I listen to in the car plays your songs."...Dr. Shaw explained."Oh? Are you a fan?" he asked."Not really, Mr. Michaels. I like your music, but I don't go to pop concerts. I'm more the symphony type." She said with a light laugh. "And you should sit down and relax." As long as you like the music." he said with a smile as he came around and sat in his oversized chair, turning the big screen. She told me that her husband smokes occasionally and there might be a few cigarettes in the room.Neha asked me to follow her into their part of the house and into their room. She looked around for a while as I sat on the bed waiting for her get the cigarettes.She then handed me half pack of cigarettes along with a matchbox. I thought of trying out my luck and rather than getting up and leaving, I sat there on her bed and lit one. She did not seem to mind and sat down beside me, a bit too close. Gaby was panting very loudly, fingers scratching at my head. I’m not so sure she knew she was digging her nails in but I didn’t care at that moment. With my other hand I reached down to my purse on the floor and found my hairbrush. Raising it, I looked up at her and offered the handle of it to her, “suck this, slut, make it wet.”She looked confused for a moment but then the light went on and she grabbed it and jammed it into her mouth. She was still moaning but now the noise was muffled by. He positioned me upside down and pushed my legs back so my knees were on either side of my head. “Open your ass, slut” he said and I reached up and spread my cheeks wide for him whimpering as he drove his cock back into my hungry little hole. He dropped his full weight onto me, driving his cock deeper into my ass as he pulled my balls using them for more leverage. My ass swallowed his cock milking it. “Cum for me, cunt, I want to se you cum.” he said as I reached up to stroke my cock furiously..