’ ‘Now is that any way to talk to the love of your life?’ Justin slid into the seat across from Phoenix and smiled at her. ‘So… how about a ...uck for old times sake?’ Phoenix dropped a twenty on the table and stood. ‘Sure honey, why don’t you just go fuck yourself you egotistical bastard.’ Holding back the tears she swore she would never let him see she stormed out of the restaurant and dug around in her pocket for her car keys. Just as she felt the keys under her fingers a hand clamped around. She is always asking me to do crazy things in crazy ways in crazy places. Since she usually weds these lame, churchy, Provider types she needs me. I'm her release and her badman - as she hides her whoriness while being a large part of a church community. Long hair, Long dresses, supermom type.Early in our adventures, there were several meetings where she just wanted to please me, no touching of her was allowed - Thats not her style - - Until one evening i found myself in a nice hotel room, with. She then said, “Saheb, Aap Mujhe Chodoge bhi kya? Kab se gili hai” I said, “Chodta hoo meri pyari naukrani. Tere bachche ka baap jo banna hai.”I fucked Meenu and both of us were enjoying it. We fucked till 2 after which we had lunch and had some rest. We continued having sex in the evening and once late at night after which both of us slept naked as we were completely exhausted.Next morning was a complete surprise for us. Sona aunty came early at 7 when we were sleeping naked. She saw us and. . your arm bends in a curl while the medieval characters on-screen toil with political intrigue. A sword fight was fast coming on-screen!In your right arm is a fifty-pound dumbell. The harsh iron grates across your palm with callous weight; even when you are watching television, you are always working out. It's just a habit. And your body thanks you for it: you are a 6'4" brute of hardy Irish muscle, probably the ideal male image of your people. Your neighborhood is Irish, too, and the girls.