Perhaps I’ll ride in with you in the morning. Is that ok? Do you have a phone and a computer I can use?” “Yeah that’s fine we’ll go in toget...er and I’ll arrange everything at the office so you have a space to work.” Marella grins to herself and quickly exits to her bedroom. She rummages through her closet. Ah here it is. She finds the short tight grey skirt, a nice tailored white cotton blouse, some dark nylons and black heels. Pretty close to what John describes in his story Marella thinks to. Wo woli ki wo ghar me nehi mess me rehti hai. Aur wo bahut andar hai to me bola agar jehnum me bhi apka ghar ho to me chod dunga bas ap petrol ke paise bhar dijiye.and u know dosto what wo man gayee.And mujhe ina sukkon mil raha tha ki me ap logo ko bata nehi sakta.(hello galat soch nehi kushi mere ghar jane kit hi bhare petrol ke sath na hi kisi aur cheez ki).ab jab petrol bahr gaya aur usne pata diya to me waise hi darr gaya kyon ki uska ghar sach me bahot dur tha. Aur mera gadi wahase badi. I didn’t know his name, but when I thought about him, I referred to him as, “Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome,” in my mind. He walked to a locker with no more than a cursory glance at me. After dialing the combination into the padlock, he opened the locker and started taking off his clothes. He pulled his shirt off and I sure did like what I saw. I was going to have a great jack-off session when I got home. Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome had a great body. His muscles bulged under his copper-tan. I love it when he plays with it, I leaned back moving my hands out of his way. He was stroking me stiff when we pulled into his drive way. He handed me his house keys and told me to go inside and get comfortable while he gets my case out the back seat. I didn't bother fixing my pants since it was dark and only a few feet to his door. He carried my suitcase to the guest room then came back front and sat in his recliner. " come here let me see you" he said. I walked over to him and stood in front.