The Indian drinks the coffee down in one gulp, takes a selfie with his cell phone, then turns and blasts the buffalo with the shotgun, causing parts o... the animal to splatter everywhere and then just walks out.The next morning the Indian returns. He has his shotgun in one hand, pulling another male buffalo with the other.He walks up to the counter and says to the waiter:“Want coffee.”The waiter says “Whoa! We’re still cleaning up your mess from yesterday. What was all that about, anyway?”The. Me: sant hone ko kah aur govind ko sam me samja tha hu khaSunam: tum jis se bhi shadi karoge wo ladki bohat khush nasib wali hogi.Me: kio bhabhi muje me aahesa kya.Sunam: tum bohat caring & insaan ho kabhi gussa bhi nhi hote aur fit bhi ho.Muje self belief hone laga wo muje se chudwana chahti hai. Usne kah deverji muje pata hai aap muje bohat chahte na sach batayoMe:bhabhi maine pahli jab dekhta tab se me tumara dewana hogaya.Sunam: phir muje kio nhi batayaMe:mai nhi chachta ki mere best friend. "And see if you can stop this!" came Simon's rough voice as Lynette's legs were thrust apart and she was once again painfully violated.Her grunts and whines were long and pathetic as, helplessly, while suspended against the wall, Lynette was filled, stretched, used as nothing more than a fuck doll, her body slamming back against the wall with each powerful thrust of her invisible assailant. As the assault continued Lynette could offer less and less resistance as both her body and spirit were. This meant we had new staff started about a month earlier but most of them were only doing 1 or 2 nights a week as most were students.I had been occasionally driving some of the new starts home, most in the town but one stayed in a village about a mile outside the town. Her name was Gina, she was about 5ft, ginger hair with a cuddly body ie not to slim but not overweight. Her chest size was 32DD so most of the time she kept trying to keep buttons from popping as she would pick up or put down.