"Mostly I drank it. Someone kept giving me plates of things with tails, and I lost my appetite." He said, relaxing into the chair. "Yes, I know they'r... just crabs with the shells still on them, but I prefer my food lacking in identifiable parts. I hate docking." He added and let his head fall against the back of the chair, his arms dangling over the chair's stuffed arms."Why do you do it, then? Enduring the politicians and the food with identifiable parts?" He listened to the small noises. His penis began to grow stiffer with every jerking movement.Me: Wow! That’s such a nice cock for a thug. I believe you don’t get enough pussy to please. Well, today is your lucky day! (I smiled cunningly).I instructed the thug to kneel and rub his nose against my pussy area. He got on his knees quickly and began to grind his nose roughly against my jeans. I noticed that he was enjoying my odor, so I decided to make him aware of how things were going to be.Me: Worship me! Worship me while you. Lecherously, he licked his thick lips; his eyes moved hotly over the soft, already full contours of the girl's finely curved young body--the taut firmness of her pear-shaped breasts jutting from the thin material of her jersey; the tight roundness of her slender buttocks as they jiggled provocatively as she ran. Sandy faltered by the edge of the garage, either panting heavily or perhaps crying, he couldn't tell which, but obviously she was greatly disturbed over something.Jesus, he said to. I chose to wear an orange bra and panty and draped a black chiffon sari over my black in-skirt and black blouse. I admired myself at the mirror and then imagined me minus the blouse and in-skirt. Oooh. I loved the idea.I wanted my cabbie to go crazy and fuck me like there is no tomorrow. I removed my blouse and in-skirt and tucked my transparent sari into my panty which wasn’t very supportive but gave a real hot look. I arranged the pallu into thin pleats, pinned them together and let it fall.