“Hmm, well, before it does, what was up with the waitress before we left?” I asked curiously while running a hand up over her hip. “I was so fre...ked out all dinner! I thought that for sure we were busted when she called us a threesome!”As soon as I asked that, Amber sighed heavily and frowned, her mood turning down in an instant.“You’re going to freak out, Davey,” Amber sighed again deeply.“What is it? What did she hand you and say?” I demanded, feeling my apprehension rise.“I was hoping you’d. Lick them you little shit she shouted. Taken aback I started to lick her boots starting at the bottom and slowly working up. As I licked her boots I noticed some staining on parts of them, the taste was different to that of the leather.As I got to a particularly large stain miss Jones grabbed my hair and forced my face hard on to her boot. Lick it you shit, lick my dried cum of my boots. I tried to pull away but she held me hard and so I continued to lick getting the taste of her cum on my. Aur woh thik hone lagi. Mami bohut khush thi meri massage se!Ek din mujhe mami ne kaha ki, “Sumit mujhe aaj thakavat lag rahi hai aur bohut alas aa raha hai. Kya tum mujhe full body massage de sakte ho?” Maine kaha jarur yahi to mera kaam hai. Mama shop ke liye nikal gaye aur mami ne mujhe unke room mein bulaya.Maine mami se kaha ki, “Aap apne saare kapde utar ke ulta let jao.” Mami ne pucha, “Saare kapde kyu?” To maine kaha ki, “Agar sharir pe koi bhi kapda hua to massage sahi ni hogi. Aur oil. She reported that it was just a grazing wound that produced a lot of blood, but didn't seem to crack his skull. He was going to have one hell of a headache that would probably last for several days, but he would live, and that was the important point.I could see the puff of powder smoke and took off in that direction almost before the sound of the shot died. The sound of the shot made me believe that it had been made by a Confederate muzzle loader, so I knew that I had at least 15 seconds.