Chantel set my drink down on the end table to my left and sat down on the couch next to me. Laying her hand on my thigh, she said, "Let's wait for the...next song." And then slipping her hand inside my thigh, Chantel asked, "Michael, do you live in Tucson?" Realizing that I was being vetted, I answered, "No, in fact I just got here today." "Really? Are you here on business?" "No, I guess you could say that I'm on a combination sightseeing and golf tour of the United States." "How are you managing. Sune chole asbo..dhora porle bolbo-“chad e jachilam sei moto upor e uthe dorojar kachakachi astei boudir katranor awaz sunte pelam Uuuiiii chere dao plz dekho,ki korcho ami parbo na eto boro ta ami nite parbo na maaaa maaa banchao kore kanche tokhoni thappor marar awaz elo–sali chup khol bolchi eta dhoka bolchi amra 3 jon nijeder dik ekbar takalam.tarpor chabir j futo ta thake tate chokh rakhtei dekhi dada ekta boro sizer lau ene ota nangto boudir gud e dhokanor chesta korche r boudi dhakka. She was moaning u fucker tear my pussy you mother fuck tear it into pieces ahhhhhhhhh do it more and i was aroused and was making my penis go in and out fastly and she was about to reach her organisms and she held me tightly and made her pussy tight and stretched my back and i too came after 5 minutes she said she didnt have sex from the past 2 years as her husband was quiet old and all and after some time i again got a hard on but i am a ass lover lover and she was like no.please stop it it. I was still half asleep and didn't understand whatwas happening. I was dreaming, right?I heard the muffled words on the other side of the line as I tried toset the phone down and hang up. This was just too bizarre. But my handwould not let go. It was as if it were glued to my palm. I looked atthe fingers that refused to unclench. The nails were... painted? Abrilliant maroon. I quickly looked at my free hand. Ditto for thosetoo. What was going on here? I moved the phone back up to my.