She came back with a glass of water, and a little blue pill.“Is that what I think it is?”“Yep, your dad’s been eating these like candies since...they first came out.”I took the pill and swallowed it down, by the time I put the glass on the nightstand, Rachel was ready to wrap her lips around my cock again.“Just relax and enjoy the ride.”She went back to work sucking my dick, just like she had started, it didn’t take long before it was at full attention, and I grabbed her hair and pushed her head. I scanned through the channels to see if there might be something that got me hard, but the old screen and the preponderance of channels that weren’t running left me discouraged. My door opened once, but I guess the visitor didn’t like what was showing, either. When the door opened a second time, a late-sixties guy came in to join me. Nice enough guy and a pretty good looking daddy, but he was mainly interested in ogling what I was jacking, my almost exactly 8 inch dick. He jacked me a. She picked her purse and shoulder bag up off the ground and the Somalian gestured to get into his vehicle. He avoided her gaze as she got into the back seat. A tall, bald white man with a revolver trained on her sat in the back seat as well. He made certain the gag was secure before placing the hood over Helena’s head. She felt him taking her purse and bag off her shoulder and searching through them.“We got a nice piece here,” the man said in an East End London accent. From his voice and. She had called out for Deva many times.“It seems he is still asleep” she murmured. Just then a hand fell on her head. “Devaa..where were you?” she purred“Just went to garden maa” saying he pinned a jasmine flower onto her hair.“You are so caring son”“No amount my of care would repay what you have done for me”he replied.They reached the temple later than expected. It seemed Dev is taking longer time for praying. She gently touched his shoulder. ”I’m may be late for work” she whispered. On return.