He told me, “Chose your favorite position.I was immediately down on my knees and palms, ready to be fucked like a bitch. I was about to be fucked ri...ht in front of my hubby, by my neighbor hidden behind his mask. My hubby was wearing my sari, and looking at the scene in shock. He must have been wondering how I can be enjoying this so much. But the fact was that he was never able to give me such a nice time. My hubby was looking at the floor, when Sohail added insult to his injury by calling. I fired up our car and we spent the rest of the shift bar hopping as he went from club to club. All of which had topless or nude dancers on the menu. None of which we got to see, 'cause we were sitting in our car, in the parking lot, while he got drop dead drunk. He could hardly walk when he came out of the last club and tried to get to his car. He made it, and we watched from close behind him, as he went home on auto pilot or whatever. A few nights later we had to work and once we were on. . Randall Braithwaite was one of those semi-unique items that seems to populate every school, one to a customer. He was a bony, fresh-faced kid with freckles and thick eyeglasses under thick, springy hair that he currently had styled in a comic parody of a classic comb-over; such was its bulk that it looked like a toupee that was three sizes too big for his head. One look at Randall told you that he was going to grow up to be a mad scientist --but he was running a bit late on the growing-up. With a dazing hit he lunged towards Lauranathias knocking her aside. A thud sounded as the girl’s head dented a nearby table. The warrior stood and vaulted over the table while quickly dropping her hand to the flagon of ale and smashing it upon the brute’s un-wieldy head. In a flurry of foam and shattered clay, the brute slumped down to the ground with a cry. Aware of movements behind her the other drunks staggered toward their fallen comrade’s aid. Seeing the blood shot eyes turn upon her, the.