When that was all that happened she approached again and wrapped her hand around his penis and began stroking it. When she leaned down with her face c...ose to his penis she looked up when he snapped pictures of her with his phone. She gasped stepping back and told him to delete those photos. Not a chance he replied as he sent the files to his account on the cloud. You are mine now unless you want me to call the police and your agency for sexual assault. No please don’t do that I will do anything. ’ ‘Actually, that was a first.’ His eyes roamed over her pretty features, resting for a moment on her mouth. He felt a stir of interest in his body, something that hadn’t happened since he’d gotten out of his last relationship, a relationship that had left him scarred and hardened and too bitter to get involved with someone this young, he reminded himself. He finished off the rest of the burger, eating quickly. ‘Ms. Cranston, on the night of September 20th, you were in your home. Can you tell. Uske dick me hulchal hone lagi. Maine sone ka natak karte huye use boli ki blanket ke under aa jaye. Usne ansuna kar diya to maine kambal kheencha aur usake pairon pe dalte huye apna hath fir se uske dick par rakh diya. Dono ki halat kharab ho rahi thi. Thodi der me use laga ki mai gahri neend me hu to usne mera hath utha kar barmuda ke under dal diya. Uske nange dick ko touch karte hi meri sanse tej ho gayi aur uski bhi par mai sone ka natak karti rahi. Fir usne meri hatho ko apne dick par. She remembered now, the feeling she had in the coffee shop several days ago and looking up, seeing him. There was the shadow across the street looming before bed, the brush of an arm as she walked along the crowded sidewalk. And that day, she had felt so restless and edgy. The wind was unusually high, a storm threatened. The scent of him was everywhere, so clean and masculine. It had been him standing there, his hair billowing in the wind and his body motionless as everything else seemed to.