He had already foreclosed on the house and was seeking her return to get the house for free, if I could get her back in jail. I thought he was a basta...d and that he really only wanted the chance for another piece of her beautiful ass. It didn't matter to me. I was hired to find her and I wanted to do just that.Carter's last known address and contact was that of her mother. I left his office feeling the need for a shower, it would have to wait. I had to talk to Elizabeth's mother and find out if. Mere man m usse chodne ka kii mood nhi tha but kyoki raat hoo gyi thi ti usne mujje uske ghr tak choddne k liye kha wo apni activa p thi and mai apni bike p….Ohh uski figure to btana bhul gya wooo bhoot must figure ki thi 34-34-34 but meri trah uski hieght khass nhi thi…Then ek dum se barish shuru hoo gyi raat k karib 11bj rhe the soo maine usse kha ki thoddi der side m pedd k niche rok le……Uski figure bhoot mast m motte motte boobs motti motti gand bss chodne ka mja hi aa jaye…..Wo bhot gori. I smile as I draw lazy circles, with my finger, around a nipple. You sigh and run a hand up and down my shoulder to the curve of my ass. “I like that,” I whisper. You laugh and concentrate on the curve of my ass, massaging circles with your fingertips. Your touch is gentle and soft at first, but soon turns to firm pressure, kneading the roundness. I cannot help but squirm. CRACK, your hand lands on my ass. I gasp in surprise! CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, three more blows land in the same spot.. Grey was dead, and now I'm performing a booty call on her every Thursday; Mr. Grey is a raging homosexual plantation owner; and Amber, well, Amber's one lusty little trollop. The entire family wants to use me as their plaything! What will I do?" As these thoughts tumbled around his keen Jewish mind, Daniel spotted Katie, the Grey's feisty French poodle. Katie was not a normal dog, for she could talk, albeit with a heavy French accent."Bon jour," she greeted him, arising from her normal resting.