. Mai jab haath ghusane laga to thoda upar thoda upar karte apne chut tak mere hath le gayi.. Aur boli ki dekho na shayad chuti mere baal me fans gaya...hai kya???? Kaafi der tak mai bhi bewakuf type dhundhta raha par mujhe kuchh na mila aur maine mana kar diya to usne kaha thik hai shayad chuti mar gaya hoga..aur mai waha se chala gaya…Jab raat ko maine so raha tha tab mujhe uski yaad aa rahi thi uske baare me batata huu dost wo bilkul moti bole to bhains type hai..bt kaali nahi gori i think. Do you know what this is?" Whatever he held in front of me seemed to be melting. "It's that paper I kissed…"I said drowsily."Do you know what it says?"I fought to concentrate. My eyes were too full of tears and mascara to make any sense of the paper, anyway."It's a contract sissy. A contract between your wife and the people I work for. She sold your sweet little white ass into slavery."I couldn't conceive the enormity of what the black man was saying. Sold me? Lise had sold me? Was I. He touched and explored the outer lips and after parting them, the engorged inner lips. He was amazed by the tightness of her entrance. He knew that she had taken his cock right there before, but she was now tight around his slick fingers. He could also feel her sheath rippling and squeezing his fingers.He had heard about going down on a woman since his friends had joked about it in the locker room. They had called it "licking the slit" and "carpet munching" and decided that it wasn't something. They say that Christmas is the happiest season, but working at customer service in a retail store made it impossible to see the joy in it all; there were too many screaming kids and too many people pretending to care about others while trying to spend as little as possible on gifts. It had been a long day at work dealing with so many angry customers and her feet and back were throbbing from standing all day. At least I can relax now, Marina thought to herself as she flipped on the tv and began.