Singh gave a wave & then came & unlocked the door taking my arm & hurrying me inside before re-locking the door.he pointed to the door at the back of ...he shop telling me to go wait in the back room.The space was quite cramped,stacked with boxes & tucked in a corner was an old desk with two hardback chairs by it.I took a seat,looking round & thought maybe I could help myself to a few chocolate bars,lol.Hearing a deep cough I looked up & there he was,Mr.Singh in the same get up from earlier! Only. ..by simply expanding it and dwelling on it until her climax. It works with even many of the most resistive women... I know. I've done it with several over the years. (I expect to eventually get to that.) It works especially well if you don't just jump into it hot and heavy. Baby steps my friend. Take your time. Sometimes it's two steps forward one step back, like it was with Ash after that traumatic Sunday. Be patient, trust the power of eroticism and never ever cross too heavily or too. Just as sure as I was at the time that I was being conditioned, I knew he had no intention of texting me.“You son of a bitch!” she cried, slapping at his head and the leather upholstery. Her ass had come up off the seat. When her eyes opened, she saw me standing outside the window.And then she saw me walking away.Part 5Minutes after I left, my phone rang.“Hey, honey,” Zaleah’s sweet voice came through on the other side. “Where did you go?” I could imagine her sitting there, brushing her hair. A shock ran through both of them at this first contact. Going down to her knees she undid his laces she removed both shoes and socks. Staring eye level with his crouch Debbie knew what was next. Opening his belt and drawing down his zipper she saw no shorts, just a mass of black curly hairs and the head of a massive cock standing straight up. Closing her eyes to the sight she lowered the pants and removed them from each leg. With her eyes still closed she felt Cutter reach under her armpits and.