There were voices. More than one too. I looked at "Ford" and he must have read my shocked and confused face after hearing a man call out, "Did you ge... the Whore, Bill?" And the man who said it stepped out of the bathroom and paused, harshly. He looked at me like the man did earlier and I was about to bolt. Bill steadied me and gave me a wink and outhed, "Wait here."I could hear Bill and the other man discussing the situation. Some of the parts were "Bucket list...feels the..guy..so. He is grunting in between in Punjabi and I cannot understand what it is but it is building the excitement, and he increases his speed, he bites me on my shoulders and kisses me all over my backside, his beard is tickling me and it is a feeling of heaven, he starting to hump me with even greater speed, I ask him was he ready to cum, he said in 2-3 minutes, as I have said in my earlier stories I again say it, sardars have a huge libido and have the strength to go on all night, he humps me for. Craig had come with high remarks from those that he previously worked for. Craig was not just tall, dark and handsome. He had also been an all-star athlete at the nearby university until he had graduated this past summer. Beneath his tailor-made suites you could see the bulge of his muscular frame. Justine licked her lips just thinking about the fact that she would be working in close proximity to him on a regular basis. “Miss Baker, Mr. Freemont has arrived. Would you like me to show him into. His whole body refused to respond as his eyes searched the dark. The LEDs from the computer in the corner and the dull 5:24 of the alarm clock were almost enough to see by. He saw shadows. He tried to move and didn’t. He felt pinned; like someone was sitting on his chest. Kristi? He hoped flicking his eyes to the opened window. No, his redhead witch friend hadn’t broken into his bedroom. There was someone, like a weight on his chest, it was someone impossible. His morning urgency surged as she.