Josh got to his feet with his nail bat raised.“You’d better back the fuck off!”Two more men appeared, their appearance like the first. One had a...length of chain, the other ... a human femur! There was still flesh clinging to it!“No one’s here to help you,” the first said. He then charged, releasing a bloodthirsty scream.Josh managed to dodge downward swing of the pipe and counter with a strike to the head. The nail sticking out of his piece of wood punctured the man’s cheek and the blow sent. " I didnt ask for this." Ray said reaching for the glass."It's from the lady at the table sent it over, she wants to know if you would join her?" said the bartenderRay look over to the table where he saw a woman wearing a black skirt with an black & red tank top shirt. She had on red heels on her feet, legs that looked as soft as cotton. Her hair was down, she had bright blonde highlights in her bangs and top half of her hair. The rest of her hair was a darker blonde. Ray gather up his things. It all started around the dawn of a raining day. Osman was sleeping and when he sleeps, nobody can wake him up until it is around 8:00 in the morning. It should be around 4:00 in the morning and I usually lie facing my pillow and with my back side completely open. I was wearing a sari and blouse with no panty or bra. I was also asleep when I woke up with the awkward feeling of a hairy hand moving around my thighs. I also realized that my sari has gone up to my thighs. I must admit though I felt. The material strained against the forward push as they grew even harder when I rubbed the palms of my hands over them. I rocked my hips from side to side while I pulled the shirt tails from my skirt. I let my shirt hang open as I bent over to watch my cleavage in the mirror. I shook my breasts to the music. Then like a professional dancer, I teased the mirror while I lowered my blouse off one shoulder then the other. I worked it down my arms and off my body. Throwing it aside, I started to.