Sumit said, “Bitch is cumming by hearing of marriage. Man, what a slut she is.” And they high fived. I said, “It’s the sweetest thing you guys...said to me. I have no issue since my senior-most husband has no issue.”I said teasingly towards Sourabh. “But the important thing is you must treat me like a wife except during sex. There you can treat me like a slut.” They were confused. Sourabh was laughing.“See, you can’t call me slut, whore, or bitch all the time. You need to learn to use proper. "What the FUCK! That was suppose to be my birthday cake." I screamed at them. I didn't know I had it in me.The biggest one of them looked my way and chuckled. "Happy birthday twerp. You're welcome to whatever's left." Sorry." Another turned to me and grinned. The other four grinned and said 'likewise' down the line. They all burst out laughing. Daring me to confront them more. I stood there simultaneously furious and petrified with fear.Having finished raiding the 'good bits' in the ice chest,. He had chosen Connover’s Charleston store for the diamond buy. It was the largest of the seventeen jewelry shops — located downtown on Market Street.Highbottom showed up right on time — nine at night. Connover unlocked the door from the inside and shook hands warmly. Two conmen, each convinced he was smarter.Well, this was a setup, so Connover had the upper hand. And he dressed the part of a small-town, but successful businessman. White Panama hat with a red and blue band. White suit, black and. Her moves were varied and perfectly timed to bring us both pleasure in the cramped front seat of my car. She placed her hand on the seat back on either side of my head which let her tits hang down seductively. I tugged at her t-shirt and felt her stop moving and pull the shirt off. “Sorry,” she said smiling down at me, “I should have known you needed something to play with.” And grinned like a school girl that had first discovered the power of her budding tits.She returned her hands to the seat.