Mom ke boss ne bola ki yahi rat kaa me kabse intezar kar raha tha roz rat ko tumari nam ki muth marta tha mom ne sir se sach bolu to me bhi mom ne kah... ki apki biwi apko nai karne deti kya.. Boss ne kaha ki usme abhi maja nai rha.. Aur mom ko kiss karne laga mom bhi uska sath dene lagi… Dono ek dusre se lipte rahr kiss karte rahe…..Phir wo mama ke boobs dabane laga mom ki muh se siskari nikli aaahh aahh wo aur jor se dabane laga mom aahaaa hhhahh hhahh karne lagi mere dost ne lund bhar nikala. " Somehow James wasn't so sure.James found himself led into a barely lit room. In the centre was a thick wooden pillar. His escort fastened his wrists to it and then buckled a heavy strap around his throat and the pillar so that he could hardly move. He became aware that there were, in the shadows, three or four women were sitting staring at him. Slow pulsing music echoed from a speaker hidden away in the ceiling. The smell of incense filled the gloom. None of the women spoke but one, more. .." You got time to chat Leonard; you can come chat with me." The words were almost snarled. It was Angie, the office supervisor, the one that gave them their work, that kept them scuttling around the building; cleaning up, delivering files, fixing things. She wasn't too hard on them most of the time; not like the girls on the fifth and sixth floors — you'd be lucky to get by them without a kick. Mind you she didn't have the figure and looks that they did, either. That was probably why she'd. "He hasn't had time to learn English yet. He should have been with a foreman who speaks Spanish, as well as English. I'll get someone out there," he promised."Too late, the cops are on the way. Actually I hear them now. I hope this guy has his papers, because if not, I'm going to have him charged with trespass, and ship his ass back to wherever he came from." Don't do that Max please. I'll be right over." the preacher said."Go to the county lockup, if you want him back. I should have them.