"This is Mr. Quentin, Mavis," the faraway voice sounded impersonal, slightly severe."Golly!" Mavis exclaimed, glancing at the clock on the nightstand....Ten-fifteen. "I can't work in the store today, I have an engagement to help Connie and Miriam teach Terry how to play bridge."There was a brief silence and Mavis squirreled her ass around, trying to get her skivvies up over the smooth loaves. "I know that; Connie told me," Willie said. "I didn't call you about working, Mavis--Mrs. Moran. I want. " Why the hell did you drive all the way down here for a beer?" he demanded."I lost an election bet," I replied."Elections ain't for six months," he informed."It was the last election," I said smiling."You one smart ass bitch," the older man said. "I like that in my whores." Enough to buy me a beer?" I asked."Sure, I'll buy you a beer, then I'm gonna' fuck you in the ass." he said.I moved faster than anyone he ever saw in his miserable life. I grabbed the front of his leather jacket and pulled. "Promise me", he said."Promise you what, baby?" came the reply."Promise me everything mom. Deny me nothing" answered Deen. "Not tonight, not tomorrow, not ever" said a now forceful and confident Deen."What?" answered a surprised Manya as she turned her head around.With one hand, he held her face, and turned it forward. He repeated himself, only a little loud this time "Promise me everything. Deny me nothing. Not tonight, not tomorrow, not ever" he said.Realizing the implication of the promise,. After purchase and taking dinner in mall and when we coming back I put breaks while driving and her boobs touch my chest due to traffic and also sometimes she knowligly touch my penis over jeans while driving when we reach home as we both tired but when we open the door of house and while we enter the house I caught her hand and she said kya kar rahi ho app? I said nothing bas appko leave karna ka maan nahi and her child cried and than I leave her and she goes to her room for feeding her son.