”Brian Kinney Babylon’ style.’ He knew it was from Velvet at the mention of those words. He grinned, asked Chauncey to wait and dashed back upst...irs. He selected a pair of denim and leather jeans, short boots and a comfortable shirt, tousling his hair before he left. He took the elevator back down and presented himself to the driver who gave him a respectful bow of approval. Chauncey opened the doors and they sped off toward Daytona, ending the journey in front of her house. ‘Uh, Chauncey, I. Hmmm… you were a very bad girl, Gina chuckled. Just then, a toilet flushed. A black woman in a waitress outfit approached the sinks. She stared at me while washing her hands. I flushed with embarrassment at the thought she heard me talking to myself. “It's none of my business, honey, but I think you got way too much alcohol in your system. I suggest your next drink be some coffee,” she said before scurrying out of the restroom. "Gina, we need to talk to Chris. He's the only one that might. I was again in an enjoyment mode. He fucked me slowly and started to increase the speed.Me: Fuck me hard, uncle.Uncle: Call me ‘Prasanth’.Me: Fuck me Prasanth…Deeper.. Faster.. Harder. Tear my pussy. This night should be endless. Fuck me.He increased his speed and the sounds of our body, and my moans filled the room. It was really an erotic moment. (Even now if I think about that day, it arouses me like hell!)I was moaning and uncle kept fucking me. I felt the pressure building in his cock as. Mandy followed their route on a map on her phone to make sure that they were going to the right place. Isis sat there in silence sending text messages non stop. Mandy was happy when they pulled up to the house she had seen on Google Earth when she’d checked the address. The car stopped under the portico, and the door opened. Mandy and Isis got out and looked around. “Thank you,” Mandy called to the driver as he got back into the car, and drove out of sight. Isis ignored the chauffer and sent.