Her response was a shaking voiced, "No." At that point I was fucking her with long rhythmic motions and she was moaning with such delight. I looked up...and could see the cleaner quite clearly watching me fuck my girlfriend. He was around 35 to 40 years old and appeared to be not bad looking. I looked him in the eye and he seemed mesmerised by the sight before him. I said to Sara, "He is watching us." She responded, "I know." I said, "You dirty little bitch." Sara turned to look at the window and. "He slapped me. "There's only one reason that matters: because you'reBarbie. Right?"What the fuck? "Right." I said what he wanted me to. He was huge andfree, I was skinny, weak, and taped to a bed."Say it. Say it all." I'm not fucking her because I'm Barbie." Exactly." He gave a sly laugh and pressed his cock back up into mynose. "You're not fucking her, Barbie. Instead, you're smelling herpussy juices off of the cock of the man who is. You know what, whydon't you thank me for the privilege.". But then I paused for a moment, skeptical, even though my hunt for the ever elusive and secretive married Indian wife had finally come to an end, I still had my doubts. You can never be too sure.She said she was interested in my services and that I had to be discreet (which I always am). She gave me her number to text, which was surprising as well, it’s not every day a married Indian lady gives you her number without you asking, maybe she was in heat (little did I know) but all my doubts were. "I really don't think this can wait." I'm not going anywhere with you," Smithson shouted and yanked his arm out of Bernard's grasp."Mike, Mike, Mike," Bernard was still smiling. "Wrong answer." Two big, beefy men in dark suits suddenly materialized next to Bernard. "Boys, why don't you help Mr. Smithson to the car? He looks tired." You can't do this to me!" Smithson screamed as the big men gently, but firmly, took control of his arms. "I know my rights! You can't arrest me!" Arrest you?".