A space said Ms.Ash. I slide her car into the space, jumped out, ran to open Ms. Ash's door. She pushed my hand away. Walked pass me! Closing the door...i ran to catch up with Ms. Ash.10 steps behind her and to the left. Matching her step for step, never fall out of place never fuck up. The elevator opened before Ms. Ash had gotten to it. I folowed a good dog, a good property! I wanted to smile knew better. I kept telling myself remember my place, what i am!When the doors open a club open, no. I wanted to map out her body with my hands and intimately record the memory and the reaction.She slid out from between me and the rail, took my hand and smiled. She led me to a thick grove of shrubs - a stone bench hidden within. This was, after all, “her park” where she agreed to meet.She sat me down and straddled me. She rested her weight in my lap, her arms around my neck, and her legs wrapped around me. The art of kissing was alive and well in the thicket, our mouths wet and hungry, tongues. He stroked his cock one last time. She knelt there with her mouth open and her tongue out, waiting. He groaned so loud it could’ve been a growl as he blasted his cum onto the actress’s face and mouth and tongue and chin and neck and breasts.He staggered back. “Oh, fuck.” His pants still around his ankles, he lost his footing and fell……Right into an older woman who was standing there in bright pink pants and white blouse with her arms crossed and her mouth open in shock.“Excuse me,” the woman. Me tumhare peeche aunga aur tumse lipat jauga. Meri chhati tumhari peeth se chipak rakhi hogi aur mere hath tumhari kamar par lipte honge. Fir me apne hatho se tumhari chuchiyo ko masalna shuru karunga.Me tumhari gardan par kiss karunga aur apni jeebh se tumhare kandhe se kaan tak chat-ta hua tumhare kaan ko kiss karuga. “kya bana rahi ho meri jaan ?” main dheere se tumhare kaan me boluga tumhari chuchiyo ko jor se masalte hue. Tum siskari logi aur kahogi “tumhare liye chicken bana rahi hu.”.