Toh jab ye note band hogaye tab mujhe dad ne kuch paise diye aor kaha ki inhe tere account me daal de. Mein subhe jaldi chala gaya kyunki bohot bheed ...hi tab toh kaam jaldi hona mushkil tha. Maine average build hun, wheatish in color.Toh mein jake line mein khada ho gaya itni bheed thi ki logo ko dhyan bhi nahi tha ki kon kya kar raha hai toh mere line mein lagne ke kuch he der baad ek admi aya aor mere piche aake khada hogaya. 10-15 min baad bheed badh gaye aor log chipak ke khade hone lage,. Out.’ The line went dead. Bobby thinks he’s some kind of gangsta but he gets it horribly wrong. It would have been funny if I didn’t need the ride. I was pretty much a wet squirmy mess by the time Bobby arrived. I slid into the front seat of his gangsta-mobile and began fixing my hair. Bobby tapped his fingers on the steering wheel impatiently. ‘Yo, mamacita, you going home?’ I nodded, cheeks flushed. ‘Oh, yeah, definitely home. Thanks.’ ‘Yeah, whatever, babe, you know you owe me one, right?’. He took her to a booth, and after a drink from there to the dance floor. He was wearing a white wifebeater undershirt, which showed off not only his bulging biceps and chest, but also an intricate display of tattoos on his arms and shoulders. He looked tough and, to me at least, quite intimidating. Gina is a terrific dancer, and can put on quite a show. But by the first slow dance, this guy was grabbing her ass and slobbering on her neck and shoulders, and they were barely swaying to the. She tried closing her mind to his raspy and obscene moans of pleasure, that was filling her ears, it made her feel helpless... Dirty... Disgusted... And sickened to the pit of her stomach..Then she tried mentally "blocking" out the dirty touch of the fat finger rubbing against her womanhood, that made her feel so soiled. As calloused fingers massaged an inexperienced, denim clothed cunt, at the same time a fat, bumpy tongue borrowed its way into her ear... Again the poor girl squealed in.