.. Or even worse, that she might be gay.” “She’s not gay. I know she’s not gay. It’s not ladies she likes.” “Well, we know whose fault t...at is!” He snaps, not even looking at his wife. She seems more interested in looking at her shoes.Later, the restaurant is almost empty. Aliya is waving the last couple of customers out and locking the door behind them. She flicks a switch and steel roller-shutters begin to wind down over the large windows. Aliya speaks in voice-over, “My father only works. “Spread those hard-working legs of yours," she instructed, as she used her foot to space them as she wanted.Bending down, Leigh peered through his thighs and past his taut teen ass, zeroing in on the fiery-looking, sagging scrotum that hung down below his cock. She took her right hand, moist with lube, and cupped his balls, squeezing them firmly, and bouncing his sack in the palm of her hand. As she gently manipulated his testicles in her slender fingers, from behind, she planted her left hand. ‘Maybe we too big for her,’ he laughed, grabbing his crotch. Though he was obviously ‘from the hood,’ his eyes twinkled, and his demeanor was so friendly and open I couldn’t help but laugh along with him. ‘Maybe I head home now, maybe you drive her home so she don’t have to ride the bus alone,’ he shouted over the din. ‘Uh, yeah, whatever she wants.’ I stammered. Trey got up. ‘Oh, she get what she want! And you what she want!’ he laughed, draining the last of his whiskey and heading out the. My fatherleft the company, the money the car to ME." The chauffer nodded his head."Yessir, Mr. Russell...Ain't that your phone?" Crawford saidinnocently. Robertson Russell answered thephone. "Robertson Russell here...oh, hello, Mummie.I'm coming home now, we're pulling in. Crawford? But I thought it would be justus tonight, I was going to send him home for the weekend...Yes, ma'am. I'lltell him. Goodbye, Mummie." Russellharrumphed loudly as he shut off the cell. "Crawford, my mother wants.