The best look that she got was from the cashier though. The cashier was a young guy and as Abby walked up to the counter, she could see the bulge in t...e guy’s pants. As she was paying, she ran a finger through the cum on her chin and put it into her mouth and very slowly pulled her finger out: “Yum! Good to the last drop.” She purred in a sultry tone as she gave the poor guy a wink. She watched as the guy stiffened up and she watched as a wet spot formed over the guy’s bulge. His next reaction. Opening the door she sees a dark haired man with his back towards her. Hearing her come in, he rises and turns to see her face turn a ghostly white, a small cry escaping Padma’s lips. Sensing her shock, a smile crosses his face as he moves to take her hand. Standing mesmerized, unbelieving, her body trembles seeing the man in her dreams stand before her. Watching him close and lock the door, her heart pounds quickly in her chest, his arms slips around Padma’s waist, pulling her close, forcing. He leaned against the refrigerator, watching and chatting as she uncovered the cake . . . not cake really but a layered dessert with chocolate cake and pudding in alternate layers. He was enjoying both their conversation and the view of her legs. As she dished out two slices, he knew he was light headed. She must be too. They moved to the dining room table, under a chandelier with a slowly rotating ceiling fan. He noticed that she had slipped off her sandals and, after sitting, casually. His friend chucked as he walked over to his desk, and checked the TV monitors. The club had an excellent security system, and carefully hidden camera’s recorded the every inch of activity. ‘Not a fan of hip hop?’ ‘Country. Southern Rock,’ he replied. ‘That’s more my speed.’ ‘White people strangling the cat.’ ‘At least you can understand what they’re saying. Aside from Money and Bitches, I can’t figure out what the hell they’re talking or rapping about.’ Jingles grabbed a beer on his way.