“It’s a game Grams taught us. She called it ‘Blackjack’,” Jack answered with authority.Yeah, Grams is a hoot.Each of the kids had taken a ha...dful of black-eyed peas out of the big sack in the pantry and were betting peas on each hand. They traded off being the dealer every 5 or 6 hands. Renee and I watched them and marveled at them. Even James was focused. Everything was so calm, and family focused. Renee took my hand and turned to face me.“Mick, when all of this is over, can we live here?”“I. As he wandered around the plant Mike would naturally visit with other employees as did everyone else. One of the female clerks who kept records in the warehouse was especially helpful. After Michelle became comfortable with Mike they began to talk about more than the weather. One day Mike found Michelle sitting at her station with tears in her eyes. He stopped and asked, "What's the matter Michelle?"Michelle bit her lower lip and the tears ran harder down her cheeks. She just shook her head. Licking it, she then turned it on and slid it into her mother, pushing it in until just the end stuck out. Still looking into her mother's eyes, she began to simultaneously flick her tongue against her mother's clit. Her mom closed her eyes and leaned her head back, her left hand moving up to her own breast as her right hand gripped the edge of the chair. Massaging her breast, she moaned as her daughter worked her like it was a race to get her off.The photographer happened to walk by at this. Ridhima was quick to recognize them. They were the same friends whose photographs were on Sandeep’s phone.When she asked about them, Sandeep’s response left her in shock. Sandeep had brought them to have sex with her. They had arranged a girl with whom he hooked up earlier that day. He was trading his own wife!Sandeep: No more questions, you little girl. Get down on your knees and show my buddies how good a slut you are!Ridhima was fuming. She was no more scared of Sandeep now. She straightway.