I tried to gan traction to move, but slipped in the blood and fell on my face. I found myself pinned between the seats, facing the floor of the cab. I...thought of dying there, blood pooling underneath me, the filth of the cab and the rain of glass….it was nasty….nasty nasty nasty….but there I lay. In the distance, I heard the sound of sirens, then the gunfire stopped. Over the rising ring in my ears I heard the screeching of tires as the delivery van tore away from the scene. The smell of. "I get a kick out of helping damsels indistress, even those with little peckers... or big peckers in your case.."I giggle. "Thank you Sir..." For the comment?" There's amusement in his voice,"For the humour," I reply. "Please help me up... and could you take me to myroom?" Of course, the others will keep the way clear," He eases to my feet.. shitI'm really unsteady."Also.. where am I?" I ask"The rear service lift. Raven's dumping ground I think." He pauses. "Theother girl? They'd filled her. The story is about my friend’s maid and her mother Sunita. Sunita was not very beautiful, but was having good amount of flesh at the right places. She is 42year old with 38, 27, 38 measurement. I was very close to friend’s family as I use to spend most of the time with his family on festivals and also for studies ,etc. She uses to wear the saree well below her belly button. Her blouse too uses to be very low cut, hence shows good cleavage. I was attracted to her very much and use to dream about. Anjan began his pleading only to get a sharp slap across his face, leaving angry red impressions where her palm connected with his face. It shut him up. “Normally”, Janani spoke, caressing our cocks – mine hard, Anjan’s soft from fear, “the slaves’ arms will have to be tied to ensure they can’t cheat by holding their leg up with their hands. But my slaves won’t do that, will they?”; it was not a question. She gave up on Anjan, who couldn’t get hard despite her ministrations – we were to find.