“Hugh Grant? Brad Pitt? Come on, Patti,” he laughed, then shook his head. “What do you mean, Henry Lebeau? Are you serious?”“Sure I am. He�...s cute and he doesn’t go out with anybody as far as I know.”“But he’s seven feet tall and a geek.”“He’s only a little taller than you and I think he’s cute. Lemme see your list.” Patti made a grab for this paper. “Only three names and I’m one of them.” She looked at Andy and made a kiss. “Hey, Vonda Selfridge? You’re kidding. And where’s Henry’s sister. I weaved my way through the busy office and paused at her door, taking a deep breath, no idea what to expect. I could hear her at her desk; she was on the phone again. I knocked gently and heard her say “Come in!” So I entered.She was seated with her shoes off and her feet on the small tea poy, with the phone resting under her chin, listening intently and bouncing the eraser of a pencil on the desk in front of her. She smiled and gestured for me to sit down, pointing the pencil at a chair in. She gave an “urrggg” sound of horrified disgust, and yet she made no effort to avoid what the man was doing to her. With his fingers he worked the shit right into her mouth until it was completely full. He then took some time to scoop another good handful of shitty muck from the toilet, all the time Colette waiting submissively for more shit, he then plasted the shit thickly onto her face, packing it all over until there was only two eyes looking out from amongst the sloppy, dirty. After a few minutes of silence she agreed.I started to foreplay with her. Touched her ass & thigh with my hands & lay her on the sofa. I kissed her lips & move my tongue in her mouth. It was full with saliva. I bite her ears to stimulate her & touched her belly button .As she was little bit bulky, I was not getting enough space on the sofa to play with my bitch. So I put her on the bed & remove her red saree pallu & kiss in her belly button. She was shivering. I put my hands in her crotch.