I have an inheritance and he wants it. He is in over his head with drug dealers. If I die he will inherit enough to bail him out. I have to hide from ...im until a divorce hearing next month in New York. After that he has no claim on my money.’ ‘Wow! You are in hot water. I must be nuts, but I want to help, partly from self preservation. What can I do?’ ‘Can you hide me? Then get me to New York next month, I will pay you, and pay you very well.’ ‘I think I can, we will have to have a different. Your hair is pulled back in a long pale braid, and you're taller than me by six inches or more, even in the heels that bring my height up to a whopping five-eight. You huddle inside a battered brown leather jacket and faded jeans splotched with faded paint, heavy work boots on your feet, and I feel awkward and stilted in my carefully chosen wool skirt and trench coat, with the long black boots I bought because Jason said they made me look sophisticated.I shove the thoughts of my ex-husband away. I could identify her perfume too. I wasn’t wearing underwear, so my cock was now out in the open.She started slapping my cock to get it hard. I screamed for her to stop but they did not. Sheetal got angry and opened the tape from my mouth. To make me stop screaming she started kissing me like I have never been kissed before.She bit my lips so hard that they started bleeding and she sucked on the wounds. Meanwhile, I could feel two mouths on my cock. Then suddenly they moved away.After 2 mins. " God, they were both staring at my cock, he thought to himself as he held his streaming hose over the toilet. Felt himself hardening as he thought of their thinly clad bodies that would be lying next to his. They'll have to feel it tonight, he thought.The two women were lying in bed when Bobby returned from the washroom, and they silently watched when he let the towel fall from his waist and then moved to the clothes closet where he finally located a pair of boxers. They couldn't help but.