Aber ich war weder geduscht noch hatte ich mich für sie gedressed. Ich starrte sie an. Sah sie, gekleidet wie eine Straßenhure und geschminkt, dass ...edes Bimboflittchen vor Neid erblasst wäre. Ihre schwarzen ledernen Overknee Stiefel, Satinstrümpfe, Strapse, der Rock so kurz, dass das zarte Fleisch ihrer Oberschenkel sichtbar war. Dazu eine rote,eng geschürte Echtleder Korsage,ihre Titten drängten nach oben als wollten sie jeden Moment hinaus hüpfen. Darüber trug sie ihren Lederbolero. Schwarze. "Uh, huh," murmured Gary. "Yeah, I think Carol's more than ready. Do you think she'd like to suck a hard cock, Ken?" Gary's words elevated Carol's mounting arousal. The men placed their hands on her shoulders, pushing her down to her knees. Her eyes struggled to focus on the two dicks as they throbbed in front of her face."Carol," Ken ordered, "Suck my cock. Go ahead. I know that you want to suck it." Carol quickly opened her mouth and began to run her tongue around the head of Ken's. Gradually the hubbub subsided. “So we have to get the passwords out of her and delete everything, that’s the only way!”“Yes but how?” asked someone.“We do whatever it takes!” Evelyn shouted, “don’t we?”“Yeah,” “fuck her,” “slap her,” “good kicking” and assorted threats reverberated again as the badly behaved girls got into gear.“WHAT’S THIS?” Janice’s razor voice sliced through the noise and everything stopped. She strode powerfully across the suddenly silent room with girls scattering out of. It was a clear weekend in bangalore, I visited my usual pub to have my drink, my girl friend was out of town, it was a frustrating period to spend a weekend alone, I entered the pub, in the bar counter what I see shook my mind, sexy girls are not rare in bangalore, but the girl sitting there was pure magic, she was the sexy creation I have yet seen, she was in a red miniskirt, the way she was sitting her whole cleavage was visible, she seem not to mind.I sat next to her, ordering my drink,.