To tight jeans jo ki navel ki neche se thi and black nail paint and black ear rings mai usse dekh k mann mann muth marne laga tha fir kisi tarah mai a...dar gya fir usne mughe cold drink snack ka offer kiya bt mai mana kar diya just mera dimag toh usse fuck karne me laga hua tha fir todhi der hum sofe me baith k baitein karne lage and batein karte karte Mai apna hath uske hath pe rakh diya usne mughe mana nahi kiya mughe toh green signal mil gya fir maine ussne smooch karna suro kiya woh bhi mera. I did not even know about that she told him until months later when she confessed it to me. Talk about embarrassing. So I was interacting with him and all the while he was looking at me like I was a pervert who put things in my ass. They met up later behind my back and fucked till he got her pregnant. The last time I saw him, he was in turmoil because he had "accidently" gotten her pregnant (talk about a real stupid bitch you don't want to get pregnant! HAHA!) and he was also facing jail time. The fat fuck. Maybe I’ve lost them. Yeah, right. Or maybe they’re getting into better positions…. He bent down on one knee and checked the gun. The Glock had three rounds left. So, he’d used twelve. I need to get out of this alley. There were three ways out. The way he’d come in was one. He wasn’t going back that way. There was also the end of the alley. Too far for The Package. There was another right-of-way that ran off the alley. He didn’t know where it lead, but he did know where it. Was it possible that Lobo had torn her, ruined her somehow for Mark? Would Mark ever want to touch her again when he found out about all that had happened last night?"I don't know," Desirée answered. "Do you think he could have?"Hemmings nodded slowly. "It's quite possible. There are diseases to worry about. And pregnancy. I assume you're not on the pill. Why don't you step over there behind the screen and get undressed so I can examine you."Desirée rose slowly. She was quite.