“How long do we have?” I asked because I wanted to know how long we had until his gf visited him.“Don’t know.”“Tell her you are busy,” I...demanded and started unbuttoning his pant.“Shaam ko milne wale hai hum.”“Nahi. Tu kahi nahi Jane wala,” I smiled at him and took his cock out in the hands.My pussy instantly got a little wet the moment I touched my ex-boyfriend’s dick.“Ruk. I have to call her,” he said while dialing her number.I smiled at him and started licking his cock. Saket instantly knew. This smoke, these scales, those nails. And I’m hinting about bed rooms and blankets. Complaining of the cold just so you can warm me. Touch me, taste me, feel me, desire me, want me, so much that we burn with passion. So much that it aches. Tow drinks later and I’m in a backseat. One back seat later, we are at your front door. Now I’m stumbling to your bedroom, but how I knew were it was, I’ll never know. So I make your bed and lay down. Pretend I have every intention of sl**p. But my claws. Certainly nothing at this point was off the table, and the whole Washington, DC atmosphere was more poisonous in recent years than it had ever been, but neither party had resorted to political assassination. Not yet, anyway. On the other hand, she’d been a cop in the District long enough not to be surprised about anything. A senior member of Congress with a stripper wading in the Tidal Pool in the early hours of the morning? Sure, even if the stripper was the only one wading. A president. “What are you doing here? Who else is with you?” he asked angrily.“No one is with me, sir, and I just wanted to see if this place was really haunted.”“What the fuck are you talking about?” he asked confused.“My friends dared me to come in and I took the dare.”“You know this is private property and you’re trespassing?”“I guess I didn’t see the sign.”“Yeah right,” he said as he watched me intently. “That’s a piss poor excuse for being here. What’s your name?”“Kaitlyn Baker.”“How old are you?”“I’m.