She giggled inside watching the horny perverts.Arun tried his best in his attempt to move her saree up her knee and so did Rajesh. Sensing failure and...the fear that Dhanya might wake up, they decided to abandon that battle and focus on her exposed breasts and navel.“How about we try it one last time?”, Rajesh said to Arun in a hushed tone.“Sure”, said ArunDhanya figured, she might as well have some fun with it and decided to lift herself a bit so that the saree could slide from under her. ‘These are some of the shop’s projects,’ Jurgen said. ‘They build to order – custom cars, one-offs, and some restorations for discrete customers. Much of the product goes to the Middle East or Asia. Documentation is not important to that clientele. Minor Arab sheikhs and Asian opium tycoons do not care how a car came to be. They only care about having it.’ ‘What Jurgen means,’ Jonathan said to his wife, ‘is this is a chop shop.’ ‘You Yankees are vulgar,’ Jurgen objected. ‘This is an artisan. Or twelve as the case may be.She looked up in desperation, surrendering her pride once more as she begged, "Please, Master, please move my stupid whore head down so I can get to your cock. I'm too weak and pathetic to do it on my own." She had the look of one who had to deliver this speech many times before. I wondered how she still kept the fire in her eyes when my step-father doused her flame with his callous games. I was remembering why I hated him, why I feared him...why I'd do anything to. It was soft and silky looking, making my own cock twitch. I made sure he didn't see me looking though, but that failed."Like what you see?" he said jokingly."See what? I can't find it, it's too damn small!" I laughed trying to hide what I really thought."Whatever douche," Christian said as he put on his clothes. Christian had noticed the way I looked at him, but let it slide and didn't say anything. "Let's go and get fucked up with everyone!"****Nothing had been said or done for a few months.