It was then that she noticed the steel mesh separating the back of the van from the front seats.She suddenly got second thoughts about this job, and d...cided to quit before she got started. She tried to open the back doors, before Greg walked to the front of the truck, but the door was locked and wouldn't open from the inside.A moment later Greg got in and started the truck."Hey!" she shouted.Greg ignored her, and she repeated, "Hey! Mother-fucker! Why am I locked in here? Why the mesh? I. On learning that, Pratima was dead against it. I can’t let you marry her. Said Pratima. Recently she was more often forgetting the fact that she was my personal slut and was behaving more like a mom. I normally didn’t like these discussions and did what men have been doing over the past 2000 years, I avoided these conversation altogether. But suddenly I snapped.You are nothing but my cock tease, bitch.” I retorted, “You do what I tell you, and when I tell you.Don’t forget I am still your. .Chachi ne kaha esa kya dekh lia ki ye tight ho gaya .Maine shrma ke kaha apke .. Ko dekhe ke .Oh to chichi ne apne boobs pe hath rkh ke kaha inn ko dekh ke ..Maine ha me sarr hilaya .To chchi ne pucha simrn ke bhi ese hi hai …maine kaha app se chote hai …..To chachi zor zor se hasne lagi .Chachi ne frr se hath mere sholdr pe rkh lio or mjhe chchi ke boobs frr se apne back pe feel hue ab mjhe chichi ka tight nipl apne sholdr pe saf feel ho raha tha .Maine apni himatt dikhtate hue chichi ke. She had…gathered up a small amount, placing a bit of it behind her ears like perfume. ‘Who knows? Maybe it will help?’ ‘Couldn’t hurt,’ I laughed again. ‘Now…while we still have time, what can I do for you?’ She stood up, lowering her short sexy black skirt, though leaving her white still undone blouse on as she took a seat on the couch. Her tits still glistening a little as she sat there grinning at me. She didn’t have on any panties either. ‘Eat me!’ She said hotly. ‘Eat my fucking cunt!’ **.