No particles of dust slowed brightness. Melissa switched all of them off except the chandelier which she dimmed a little."Mom? Mom?" she repeated whil... extinguishing. Then to Sarah she said, "Just a second." Mom?' she repeated, the sound muffling. Sarah heard a muffled, indecipherable conversation. A couple minutes later she heard laughter. Melissa returned."She wondered where I'd been," Melissa explained."What did you tell her?" The truth." Really?" I told her I was playing with my friends.. "You sounded like one," I told him. "I have a friend who told me about what it's like for her being black. I decided I didn't know what a bigot was, so I kept my mouth shut." "African-American," he interjected."She's black," I told him, "but I think she just thinks of herself as a human being first, and lets the rest of it go." Well, have you ever put on a pair of rubber gloves?"My eyes widened. Huh?He reached into his desk, pulled out a box, and tossed me a pair. "Practice. On and off, on and. Prices were damn expensive. Suddenly I saw an auto passing in front of my office and my dick twitched a little bit after looking at the driver.He was one hell of a hunk for me. With beard and mustache. I called him and asked how much it is to go to JP Nagar. He said it’ll be 400. I was like, “No way he’s asking me that much of amount.” Without saying anything I just boarded that auto. (I know I could’ve booked Ola as it was showing 320 but for this guy, I was ready to pay any amount.)I like to. “Patience,” I grinned in my own sexy voice, letting her know I was still in charge.She actually groaned in frustration, tilting her pelvis up to meet my probing finger. She was getting incredibly wet inside. I could tell she was very close.“You want me to make you cum?” I asked.“Yes,” she moaned softly.“You want me to make you cum?” I repeated, my words almost a threat.“Yes!” she cried out in a frenzied voice.“Tell me then,” I commanded her. “Tell me how much you need me to make you.