"Omigod, that meant that I would have to show her my dick. That was bad enough but I also knew that it was small, I'd measured it after some guys I kn...w were talking at school about how big their dicks were, you know, like six, seven, eight inches, and I went home and got my ruler and some hand lotion and, well, as hard as I tried, it wouldn't top five and a quarter inches.So, not only would I have to get my dick out, she would see what a wimpy one I had. That was even worse."Do I have to?" I. But she explained that Karen was an old friend and that we decided to give her a lift home. Not long after that Anna and her boyfriend said that they were going. So they said goodbye and walked out the door. Probably 10 minutes after that we all decided to leave as well. The car park at the back of the club was quite a large area. It was sort of an L shape. With a long section going all the way back alongside the edge of a sports field. And there where trees and bushes on both sides. We had. He managed to drop the pallu of my shoulders and was squeezing my breasts in such a way that they were pushing up and above against the blouse. A lot of my cleavage was visible over my blouse. I was slowly getting aroused due to the constant rubbing of his cock on my pussy over my saree and the squeezes of my breasts. His kisses were beginning to make me want more very soon.I responded for his acts and wanted my body to be used in every possible way by gopal. His hands were under my arms and on. It seemed as if it were falling apart. It definitely wasn’t the fancy restaurant that she was expecting from Mr. Randon Alexander Mitchell the third, but she was almost relieved by that fact. It meant her face would more than likely not be in the tabloids the following day. That would be bad. They were seated at a table in a corner by a pudgy little man wearing a suit that fit just a little too tight. He had a mustache that looked as if he were channeling Zorro. Cassidy thought he was charming..