The friend, Martin Coombs, was considered to be an extremely dangerous man. One or the top criminals in Atlanta, he ran his empire with an iron fist. ...eople disappeared on his whim, and others were never the same after an encounter. Over the years, he had worked out a truce with his competitors, even partnering up for an occasional venture. There was no checking up on each other when totaling profits. There was a saying in the underworld of Atlanta. ‘Nobody ever cheats MC[his street name] more. From the back, my ass was clearly visible, and it was obvious that I was not wearing panties. In my hand was a bunch of magnetic hotel room keys. Hubby raised his glass, smiled encouragement, nodding his head towards a table of single guys.I spied the table with three young guys sitting by themselves off to the corner. I worked up my nerve, and put on my best sexy walk, sauntered over and said hello. I felt like all eyes in the bar were on me now. I got to the table and leaned over the guys and. Patil Baba held my waist and puleed me atop him. My breasts crushed agaisnt his hairy chest and hhe raised my ghagra to my waist. I was wearing nothing underneath it. Patil Baba held my wiast and adjusted so that his tip was touching and probing the lips of my pussy. I sighed and pressed his head in my breasts beckoing to him to kiss and bite my breasts and nipples. He happily obliged and sank his teeth brutally in my flesh. Crying with pain I pusehd his head there. His dick soon started to. There she sat, smiling and drinking iced tea, and wearing a man's undershirt, a thin, white t-shirt that displayed her big nipples and long, long legs. Period."I'm Melissa," she said as I stood at the sink and admired her. Her nipples made sharp peaks in the thin shirt. I introduced myself and said I was very glad to meet her. "Thanks for doing my back," she said, "will you do me another little favor?" Sure," I said, looking at my watch.She stood up and came toward me. The t-shirt reached maybe.