She used to wear those formal pants and shirt and I used to visit there every week. She helped me with all the documents and application and used to t...ke good care of me. We got close and exchanged numbers and she used to text me everyday. Most of the times texts were formal, explaining about the process and application.After 2-3 months, I had the university I dreamt of and I had my visa interview scheduled. I couldn’t thank her enough and so I planned to take her out for a dinner in a star. Can I think about it? I asked. Technically, I had not lied. However, I had omitted some of the truth. Okay, most of the truth. But it was still better than letting her find out I had been playing her the entire time. Oddly, the woman did not seem surprised. Either she was an inexpressive person or she had guessed I was not actually planning on taking a dog home with me. But that did not really matter. Now that the con was over, it was time for me to get the hell out of there. But before I could. .Dressed as she was, it made it easy for Tony to follow. Her whole demeanor made Tony feel a little suspicious, so he decided to keep at a distance, expecting her to catch her usual train home. Several times she stopped if people were walking close behind her to look in a shop window and it was obvious she was ensuring that she was not being followed. She went by underground to Euston station, and then she walked the short distance to Russell Square where she sat on a bench and waited. It had. .slut!" Karen lifted her chin, encouraging her nephew to choke her harder. "She's as big a slut...UNGH! FUCK!...as big a slu-u-u-u-ut as me-e-e-e-e-e!" Brad was pounding harder, and harder. His dick was nice, and filling. Brad nibbled on Karen's neck, and ear. "I don't believe you...no body is as big a slut as you." He bit her shoulder. "Ahhhhhahahh...I can prove it...you mother fucker! I can prove it!" Karen hissed back at her nephew. "You wanna' see? Huh? You wanna' see your mommy getting.