N wo sharmane lagi n maine ushe kha ki tumne usme sex karte hue dekha tho kaisa laga wo Sharma gayi n boli thik tha n then hum log adult baate bhi kar...e lage n maine ushe phone sex ke bare me poocha tho wo boli ki aj tak kit ho nahi hu but suni hu n padhi hu net me kya hota hai maine ushe kaha ki mere sath karogi kya wo gussa hoke mujhe mana kar di n phone cut kar di n 2 din tak mujse baat nhi ki n then fir maine ushe sry bola n hamari baat fir se start ho gayi n maine ushe fir se poocha n mana. She clearly needed someone to look after her and he felt a sudden unexpected wave of protectiveness, completely at odds to the lust she’d inspired in him in the bar. She stumbled slightly on the uneven surface and stopped for a moment to slip off her heels, swinging them absent mindedly in her free hand as she snuggled back against him, her head barely reaching up to his shoulder now that she’d removed her shoes. He struggled to reconcile this subdued creature beside him with the wanton female. She had to crane her neck to look her in the eye. Monica must have been near six-feet tall in her modest heels. "Well, why would Ron complain? He's getting some pretty high class pussy here."Monica squeezed the diminutive nurse's hands and laughed. "I hope you're right. I hope Ron's enjoying our so called high class pussy." She sighed. "But even if he doesn't turn us in, I'm pretty sure he'll want to move on to the younger stuff, eventually." Well, we may lose that magnificent fucker, but as. ‘Can I go?’ Bennie nods. ‘Thank you, Walter. From me.’ ‘Yeah, well, you got a business to run, and I suppose you have to work with unsavory people from time to time.’ he stands up shakily, looking old. ‘But you’ve always got me to look out for you. As long as I’m here, you’ll be safe.’ When he’s gone, and the door is closed again, I turn back to Bennie. ‘You didn’t have to do that,’ I tell him. ‘Yes I did,’ he waves dismissively. ‘What goes on in my studio is concerning to me, and I won’t have.