I looked up at the man called simply "Charles"."How much does he owe?" I asked softly.He handed me a piece of paper. I almost threw up. I stared tryin... to make sense of it. "How is this even possible that he owes you 60,000 dollars?" Charles sighed a heavy sigh. He waved his two friends out of my living room. I saw the flash of gold glinting off his watch."Look baby, he doesn't owe me. He owes Mr. Montoya. I am simply here to collect. Your husband ran up a substantial bill and offered to bring. She is not very horny, but a sexy white chick, with a figure to die for. Her boobs were 34b when I met her, and it became 35c, with pink nipples and small areola to suck upon. She used to maintain her body so much, that her waist would shine while she wears a saree, which I made sure that she wears revealing her midriff, exposing to the hungry eyes her T-shaped navel and flatly polished waist. Her ass was 34 but turned 36 due to getting fucked in doggy style!!It was a worst nightmare for her on. At sixteen she was pretty, well-shaped, and knew how to present herself. She was not particularly practical or even bright, but she knew how to make the most of her assets, such as they were. Her father would have happily married her off to his 50-year old business partner to cement the business more firmly together but, though obedient to her father in most things, she was not keen to take as husband a balding, overweight man with bad teeth. He wasn’t unkind, and he wouldn’t have been cruel,. But she could just be some random girl in the street, and it would be horrible if she was and he called her a slut basically.“You don't do this often, do you?” She asked, not waiting for a response. “Well, I charge fifty per hour. And that's just normal stuff.”Fifty an hour seemed cheap, and considering he had five times that he was in. “Yeah, okay.” “Got a place in mind?” She asked and he shook his head. “Come on, I know a place. It will be good enough.He couldn't believe that he was actually.