..call blah blah...and have your way with her, huh?" N-No, please, Oh Master save me!" Who, that old bastard? Nah, he'll be sleeping in like always. P...obably won't even answer the phone. Listen." He dials a number on a cellphone, and somewhere inside the house, the corresponding phone rings...And rings...And rings...And goes to voice mail."Hey old bastard! I found your slave girl, she's chained up in your back yard! Better come stop me!" There's a chirp as he hangs up, then the phone drops by. I started oozing precum and a big wet patch formed on my shorts within seconds. I felt awkward staring at her breasts so intently and raised my gaze to meet her eyes, and instead found her open mouthed, staring at my engorged penis and the wetness in my crotch. She too looked up and stared at me, and was taken aback by the lust in my eyes and heat from my body. She took what seemed like a step forward, opened her mouth to say something when the doorbell rang And we were both snapped out of our. Her father was adamant that there be no cursing in the house, and “gorgonzola” was as close as she could come without risking his umbrage. She stepped to her antique wardrobe and pulled out what she thought of as her “industrial strength undies” and a pair of well-worn jeans. She peeled out of her wet, sticky panties and buried them deep in her laundry hamper so the bedroom wouldn’t smell like a brothel. Or anyway, what she imagined that a brothel should smell like. On impulse, she pulled the. Neena insisted that I ride with her on her brand new two-wheeler Kinetic Honda scooter. As I sat behind her, the flowers on her head coupled with a seductive perfume that she was wearing sent my imagination flying. She took me to her home saying that she wanted to feed me at home. That heightened my sense of anticipation. On the way to her home, she had to stop at several signal lights. I was falling all over her, whenever she applied the brakes! She seemed to be enjoying it all with just a.