She was spared for a few minutes, before the sunlight came in her bedroom window and hit her square on the face. If she had any energy, she would pull...down the shade, but she had none. She tried to roll over&hellip, Trying to descend into the soft fluffy world of her bed, where her hangover would not exist. But it was no use. She heard the creaking of floorboards. The muttering of voices. The banging of the heater pipes. The scent of coffee brewing, giving her the only pleasure. But the reality. Mene sapno k duniya se bahar aaya ear phone lagaye and aankhe band krk gaane sunne men magan ho gya 2 3 minute baad jb mujhe ek bhut hi nashili perfume k smell anne lagi annkhen kholi to dekha wo pari mere side men khadi hai dil bahut khush ho gya aisa laga aj bhagwan bh meri help krna chahte hain metro men kafi rush ho chuka tha dheere Dheere apne ap wo mere kareeb aane lagi kyunki waha khade hone k bhi jagah ni bachi thi yaaro kya batau itna gadar perfume kbhi nahi soongha men ahh kya pari. I kissed my way back up here chest, along her collar bone and found her neck. As I kissed and nibbled on her neck, her searching hands found my bulge that was stretching my boxers. She ran her hand along my hardened shaft and I gave a low groan as she squeezed it. "Lie on the bed" she moaned as she reluctantly pushed me away from her and I fell back onto the bed. In an instant she crawled between my legs and freed my cock from my constricting boxers. She looked up to me with a sly grin before. I slipped the cash in my pocket and showed Carla the card asking, ‘What do you think about this?’ ‘Veronica you really have no idea do you?’ She replied. I must have had a quizzical expression on my face because Carla continued. ‘The Giovanni family runs a speakeasy over on the east side. I’ve heard that they also have several brothels around town and one of the largest bookie operations in New York.’ Carla explained. ‘Oh my!’ I responded wanting Carla to continue. ‘Mario is the head of.