The sticky trail of saliva soon reached my breasts,where they became pools, his lips sucking me like a vacuum cleaner. My nipples naturally responded ...o anything sexual and degrading, much to his amusement. He grabbed my titmeat, pulling more of it into his mouth, while pinching the sides. His other hand went to his cell, where he dialed a number. And brought it up to my ears. “Hello brooke,” the voice on the other end spoke, “ remember me from the petrol depot ? well I’m kind of busy today ,. That night before I slept I remembered the missed call and I sent an SMS “Hi. May I know who is this?” I didn’t get a reply and so I slept off. In the morning I woke up around 8 o clock and saw three SMS from the same number. It went like this:“Hey, kunal. How r u?”“Slept off?”“Ok. See you tomorrow.”I sent a reply: hey I don’t have ur number saved on my mobile could u tell me who this is?The reply came: haa haa. I dont wanna play the guessing game with u Kunal. We have done that many times. Its. That’s when he called in professional help. His workplace had a number of IT specialists, the best and the only one he trusted being a woman named Brenda. He had approached her after work one afternoon and quickly laid out his problem. He was incredibly embarrassed, knowing how this probably looked, some guy wanting yet more access to a woman’s private web page. Fortunately, Brenda knew Mel, told him flat out that she’d infect his entire setup if she found he was lying to her, but also agreed. Aware now that her body is uncovered, unclothed. She shivers as his hand runs the soft sponge along her calves, icy cold water dripping behind her knee. ‘Ah, you will live after all’ he chuckles as he gently places her leg down. Moving to her side, he drops his hand into a bucket, squeezes the sponge once, then strokes it up her stomach…. He leans closer as the sponge squishes along between her breasts… over her chest. Once there, moving to stroke at her hot neck and throat. ‘Feeling a bit.