Panting, sweating, he withdrew from Miss Scarlet’s quaking body, his penis dripping with a glistening, white secretion. The same viscous goo dripped...from Miss Scarlet’s reddened slit and her body, flushed with a rosy hue, quivered uncontrollably. With the most satisfied smile upon her youthful face, she turned to Sir Henry and, for the second time that night, sank to her knees. She licked up every drop of that sticky gloop, lapping hungrily like a dog extracting the marrow from a bone. The act. God this girl looked amazing, her hair still slightly damp, her skin a light olive colour from the recent sun and a smattering of very cute freckles completed the look. "Time for a quick nightcap?" she asked. I couldn't get my jeans on quick enough. We probably looked a little mismatched but hey, I couldn't care less! The barman was the same guy from the Reception. He looked at me briefly, but couldn't take his eyes off Nira. You couldn't blame him, she looked gorgeous. There weren't. I switched to an IUD, but it gave me cramps worse than anything I’d had during my periods. I was allergic to latex, so condoms were out. Diaphragms and foams were messy. And even though I was checked for STDs all the time, I worried that not all my partners were clean, too. So I became very, very selective in the people I fucked.There was another stipulation. Most of the men would eventually insist on monogamy, at least for me. They didn’t like the idea of sharing me with other men. “Listen to. Lady o-please sit!Ye kehke wo darwaza bahar se band karke chali gyi.Kuch der baad,ek senior lady officer ayi.Maine unse puchha ki meri galti kya hain, to unhone kaha ki meri bag me drugs moujud thi.Maine ghabra gyi or chilla k boli,Me-what the hell are you saying,bitch!! You know that you are accusing me without any of my fault.Wo mujhe shaant karane ki koshish kar rhi thi lekin main bahut chillayi.Utne me mr. Harsh patel(oc) or do african police agaaye or us lady police se kuch baat kia.Mujhe.