I checked my mail and answered the ones that needed answering, before I fell into bed. I just turned off once I laid my head on that pillow.One minute...it was Monday night the next it was Wednesday morning. The journal entries for Tuesday were more or less nothing at all. It appeared that I just took messages for Royce, and went fishing at the marina. Neither of those required that detailed information be entered into the journal.My schedule required me to check the smells in the office parking. Mai tum ko chodon ga rani.wo boli gali bi oh raj muje nahi pata tha tum ayse ho …mazak kar rahi hoon raja chodo muje aaj ji bar ke..aur mere kapdey utarne lagi Mai ab sirif underwear mai tha aur boli yaar tum anadi ho gandi gandi baatein karo na sex mai acha Lagta hey mai ne kaha jyse??Boli jyse chodon ga choot lund gand.acha ye bolo muj mai kya acha lagta hey tum ko? Mai ne aapna haath uss ki gand pe rakha aur bola tumhari gand muje achi lagti hey mai tu pagal ho gaya hoon iss pe.tum ko yaad. ”Now Junaid’s mind was racing. She was literally begging him, he was in control now. He could ask her anything, anything in exchange for the embarrassment and humiliation that would follow if others find out that she had been fucking an old man who she was supposed to look after. A sudden nervousness took hold of him as he tried to muster the courage to lay his request.“Fine, an eye for an eye is what will happen here,” said Junaid. “You fucked my father so now I’m gonna fuck you.”“What? No!. Mark felt a bit awkward, unconsciously envisioning what he'd been daydreaming about just a moment ago, as he stared at her. Sara jumped with a startle when she realized that Mark was looking at her."Jesus, Mark! You scared me!" Sara giggled out."Ummm... sorry." Mark replied, slowly closing his door. He retreated back to his bed, feeling incredibly horny but a bit reluctant to do anything about it just yet. As he lay on his bed, thinking of Sara, fighting the urge to slip off his shorts and.