Harami saale, apbi biwi ke sath dusri aurat ko chodta hai dalley. Tu bhosda banaega meri choot ka chutiye. Chod mujhe poori takat se aur dikha kitna d...m hai tere laude mei maa-dar-chor. Choooddddd mujhee. Ooohhhhhh Rajeev. Meenal se bohot jalan ho rahi hai mujhe abhi. Teri ye chinaal bohot lucky hai saali randi. Ise tu roz pelta hoga appne lund se. Aaj mujhe bhi deewana ban aliya tune apne lund ka dalley. Choooddddd naaaaa.Rajeev: Meenal ki to main choot gaand sab kholta hun randi. Aaj uski. She keeps them happy and productive. This synergy has not escaped management notice, and is reflected in Li’s generous paycheck.Tonight, at my hand signal, she hesitated and did not drop to her knees. She touched herself in anticipation. Yum.I asked about her “dance card” so far. That question told her I was looking for something unusual.She smiled, surprises from me were always welcome. She said I was her first call after her 2-day ‘weekend’ break.“Erik-san, this poor Li is good to go and. Within three minutes over a thousand missiles were heading for my home. I went back and didn't have the dancing girls. My parents were concerned that I didn't seem to be enjoying myself. I smiled at them and told them I was fine.By now you're probably wondering why, if I'm a god like I claim, I cannot just change the event that cause the problem and then jump forward to the 'when' where I was. Well that when now no longer exists, I have to go forward the hard way to the new when that replaced. The flowers rustled around me. The wind caressed my body. I squeezed my thighs around his face, his whiskers rubbing into my flesh. His tongue lapped at my folds. He caressed me. He stroked my flesh as he devoured me.“Oh, Daddy, I love you!” I howled. “I need you! Please, please, I need you in me! I want to be your woman, Daddy!”Daddy rose and ripped off his shirt. I shuddered at his muscles rippling across his chest. He was a coach, fit and handsome. He grinned at me as my eyes traveled down.