Who else would have sent her?" Son-of-a-bitch," mumbled Harry under his breath. "Why couldn't I get a real writer like Mickey Spillane or someone inst...ad of this schizophrenic nut-job?" What was that, Harry? I couldn't quite hear?" Never mind, Jackson. What's the deal? After all the shit jobs you sent me, now you send me a good job for once?" Just trying to make it up to you, Harry. I'm thinking I could make you the next Mike Hammer or something." Yeah, yeah. Like, I really believe that,. I pulled her away.“Move those naughty little hands of yours and take my clothes off.” And she began to undress me. I let her strip me down to my underwear. “Step into the middle of the room and show off that hooker underwear for me. Now spin around; I want to see that ass too. Good. Yes, I see that moist camel toe you are trying to show off, you whore. Now bend over and show off that cleavage, you cow. Oh yes, daddy is gonna fuck your titties. Yes, squeeze them together. Turn around and bend. Adjacent to Padmini’s flat there is a common open terrace. It was as accessible to everyone. We could easily see what is happening in her house from the terrace. All the windows open towards the terrace only.Due to some unexpected circumstances, her marriage got postponed for 6 months. She was extremely disappointed and unhappy. One night after dinner, I was walking on the open terrace. She seemed to be involved in video chatting with someone. She was not aware of my presence.I kept walking. Her father dropped her to the school at around 11 and she told him she'll call him to come pick and pick her up and kissed her father on the cheek and got out of the car and started going towards the theater hall to work with other students. Even though it was a saturday but many students were there practicing their routines for the annual day and she could see many boys staring at he as she passed by them making her pussy wetter by the second her panties were now drenched sticking with her.