The van parked at the back alley and I was pushed down on the road from the van , the door to my side opening abruptly and me failing to keep balance....I stumbled up , with my legs and thighs messy from the leaked mobil and mud. I felt a push at the small of my back come on gambler , in you go. I stumbled down the steps to the basement which was a well lit one , with a bar and all the necessary instruments which a gambler would love to spend his money on , it was not much crowded, only around 6. She told me she was no longer part of the Christian Society. Apparently it was full of fundamentalists who thought Roman Catholics weren't even Christian. I relaxed again. I'd thought for a minute that she was one of those "conversion" types.I asked her why she didn't have a boyfriend. Dangerous, I know, but it fitted the conversation we were having. She told me she'd never found the right person. I wasn't sure what to make of that. She didn't say the "right man," but the right person. It. Equally surprising is that my husband did as he was told, never looking away from her cold stare. I half expected him to be more embarrassed at what was happening and yet he seemed exited and almost challenging in his mannerism. Once his clothes were off, the officer looked at me.“Is THIS what distracted you?” she asked, smiling from ear to ear and she roughly stroked his eight and a half inch thick cock to full hardness.“Yes Mam” I replied.I watched in total amazement as her black fingers. Let’s wear our clothes. If we forget to wear and sleep, our lives will be finished here.We wore our clothes and again settled in our berths.Ramya: Shall we do once more of what we did before?Me: Hmmm, ok, as you wish. You are one hungry bitch.Ramya: Let me take a deep breath. You come now.She immediately pounced on me. We kept kissing each other for almost 1 hour. Ramya couldn’t control further and broke the kiss, lay on my chest breathing heavily till she caught her breath.Ramya: These two.