The creamy lotion makes her skin look shiny. Tova watches as the woman’s hands rub the white substance on her skin, her breasts. Her fingers are sli...pery in between them from the oils. She quickly notices Tova’s stare when she begins to spread the lotion on her long legs. “Could you help me get it on my back?” she asks friendly. The lack of please makes it sound more like the offer it is and not the plea it is pretending to be.Tova can feel the blood flow into her cheeks. She scoots over. Completely stupid too. He finally tore his gaze from her and concentrated on finishing this unsatisfying dinner. The butler poured him another glass of wine and he gulped it down, uncaring that he’d just swallowed a mouth full of something that probably cost more than his treasured Fatboy outside. The torture continued for an hour more until they finally stood and proceeded to the main parlor. The room was enormous, two stories high with glass panes looking out to vast gardens and a view of. In the mean time, Keshubhai got out of the station and rushed home in an Autorikshaw, as he needed some time before Sunita reaches home. He had an extra key to her apartment, which Sunita’s husband had left with him in case of an emergency or in case Sunita or himself locks out without key. Sunita never needed that key and had totally forgotten about it. Keshubhai rushed home and brought out two tiny cameras and fixed them strategically one in living room and one in her bed room. He went home. ”“I ain’t gonna let you do that, Zeke,” Ox said.“You stupid fuck, Ox, you’ll do what I say or I’ll kill you too. Now Missy, on with the show, unless you wanna see college boy here get his head blowed off.”“Please don’t shoot him!” Tara cried. I’ll do what you say.”“That’s the party sprit!” Zeke gave me an evil smile and said to me, “Here’s your chance to see some fine pussy, kid. Seems like the least I can do for you before you die.” He still had the gun against my head.Tara took her socks.