She placed the money on the dresser and then she stripped off her top almost before I could see it. Her tits were bigger than I had thought. That Span...ex had smashed them flat. Her pants were stripped down her legs like a second skin and then pulled off her feet. Then she stood before me completely naked. She was your typical hundred pound girl but there was something special about her. It was the way she stood there with her head held high, her shoulders back, and her posture was perfect. She. After all, they were brothers.Arav listened to everything silently. But he shed a tear when she said, “They hurt my tits pretty badly though.”“Okay, here’s what’s gonna happen,” Arav started talking. “I want you to write everything you know about those people. Maybe draw their faces. Take some papers and get to it. I’ll do what I’ll do afterward.”“Arav, are you gonna go to the cops about this?”“No, that might not work for all kinds of reasons. Plus, I am my own police. Just do it, please,” he. She moved into the spotlight like she was a star, owning the stage. When the music started, she was on. Justin was mesmerized as he watched her undulate, her hips swiveling around with the precision of a belly dancer. She isolated and moved each section of her body rhythmically, swishing her hips from left to right in perfect time with the music. Her eyes somehow found him, and she looked like she was dancing only for him, her body calling him to watch her, to touch her. Her face wore an. Mumtaz was in her formal suit as usual. She punched the key for the parking lot on the elevator.The air from the fan inside the elevator almost blew her head veil away. She grabbed it with her sweet fair fingers. The nails were coated with a bright red color. Mumtaz adjusted her veil and tucked it behind her ears, then walked towards her brand new black BMW. Mumtaz pulled open the driver’s side door and jumped in. She let out a sigh as she adjusted herself on the cushioned seat.“You are quick!”.