Right after graduating high school, Rachel was almost eighteen and I was now fifteen, and playing with my pud daily.Rachel called my mom and asked if ...he could borrow me for the following Saturday. She needed help with painting.Mom and her agreed. It was only a block away. I would be there at 10 AM. I should wear crappy jeans or shorts and just a white tee shirt, anything I wouldn't mind getting paint on.If not for it being Rachel, I would have hemmed and hawed about being volunteered for such. As I did this, I looked into his eyes. I began making moaning noises to go along with his. I took his cock out of my mouth and ran my tongue along each side of it before returning it to my mouth. I could here him grunting loudly and muttering things either to me or to himself. By this point I was pretty turned on. I could feel my wet pussy and longed for him to rip my clothes off, but at the same time I wasn't. He had one hand rested gently on my head, just supporting it. I had been going the. He got the message quickly enough. The business end of a revolver has a universal language all it's own. I reached into his pocket. There scrawled on the back of a His Laboring Few card was my name and address.I took out my cell phone. Dialing the number with only one hand was easy, since it was part of my speed dial program. "Preacher what hell are you doing sending people here who don't speak English. He is lucky to be alive." I said winking at Sarah and Lois."Max he isn't supposed to be. Ek mai ghar me blue film dekh raha tha aur tabhi amma room me ghus gaye maine computer band kar diya wo dekh nahi paei amma ne kaha ki tera tuituion hai jaega kab to mai us time bohut garam tha or chodne ka mann kar raha tha mai kapde pahan ke ghar se nikal gaya or ladkia dekhne laga soch raha tha jo mil jaen chod dungaMai Phir Bazar me ghumne laga or ek sabji ki dukan pe ek aunty ko dekha bilkul hot age jada thi par puri rand lag rahi thi dhili ci sadi pahan rakhi thi mai uske pas gaya or nibu.