Maine turant apne bhai ko call kiya ki yaar mujhe ek jagha chahiye wo samajh gaya ki setting ho chuki hai… Usne mujhe bola 10 min ruk aur 10 min ke ...aad hi wo mujhe ek chabi aur bike de gaya.. Ye chabi uski gf ke ghar ki thi.. Usne kaha 2 ghante se jyada time nahi lagana hai…Iske baad log shadi se nikalne shuru ho jayenge maine kaha ok aur siya ko bike par bitha kar jaldi se bhai ki gf ke ghar pahuch gaya… Ghar ka tala kholne ki der thi ki siya mere upar toot padi…Usne mere hotho ko apne hotho. He relishedundressing girls, especially ones as young and fit as this latest victim. He sankto his knees, his eyes savoring the petite form of his captive. This was theyoungest girl he had ever arrested. His hands moved behind her calves, hisfingers ran up the back of her legs over the tight denim, inside her thighs,tracing the seam of the crutch, the zip, the buckle of her belt. All the whileAnna trembled in utter disbelief at what was happening to her. Now another pairof hands gripped Anna?s. Arching across the centre of the pool, like a concave rope bridge, was a wooden walkway with rope fences on each side. Where they had entered from the restaurant, the bar opened onto the pool. Mama led them to the far side. There, Mama-sans from other bars were also assembling their teams. Mama Mutia called her girls together to explain what would happen. ‘There is a Wet-T contest today. I have costumes here for you, like you see some of the other girls wearing – a hanger blouse and thong.’ . In his first class, he had taken a math quiz, that he hadn’t really been prepared for, and had probably failed. Then he had to wait two hours for his next class, so he had gone to the library to do some research for a research paper that was due for his next class in two weeks, but failed in his search for exactly the right material he needed for what he wanted to write about, though he did get a lot of information arguing against what he wanted to say, and took some of it in case he would have.