.and said…jhoothi moothi…she said…haanji sahab apki biwi se baat huee thi…mujhe APNA NUMBER DE DEJIA…she did all this just to hide the truth...from the gurl with her…..And she move aways…..Now i was far away from my place….and i catch the same bus 507…and while i was in bust after 20 min i got a call from here from her personal number….she said aap wahin haina jinhone apna number diya tha…i said yes….she got the confirmation….and said acha lagga…i said yes….she told here name sunita….and said. I wanted to taste it all! She wanted to give me all to taste! We kissed passionately and then the tension seemed to rise as our tongues grew impatient for each other and our hands seemed to move rapidly with a mind of their own. I was feeling her breasts, grabbing her ass, rubbing her pussy all at the same time while she was kissing me and caressing me all over too... I pushed her off me and dropped her effortlessly on the couch on her back. Then it was my turn to sink my head in between her. Without being smashed. I loved him. I wanted him. But he was bad for me. He sang along to the oases lyric playing on the stereo behind him, we sat on his bed my legs over him. How many times have you been in love? I asked him, when the song ended. The room spinning. I wore black slit jeans and a low cut top with a crop top underneath. My red and black hair was in a messy fishtail, my fringe hanging over one eye. Twice he said. Louise and savanna? I asked, probably not being as sly as I. He paid the bar tender $5.00 for a pint of Guinness Stout on tap. The band, five guys in blue blazers, announced the title of their latest hit, "Dangerous Game." Appropriate title, I suppose, for a BDSM club, Jack thought. The song was a catchy bossa nova tune.He listened to the band for a while, then, beer in hand, he proceeded to explore the club. It was only about 10:00, so he followed the blue line to the slave auction. He was still working up the guts to sell himself to someone for a.