The only thing he has to offer her is money. And woman who screw for money are..."I wondered what they were talking about. What ring, what cruise, I h...d no idea about any of this. I pushed myself off of my bed and walked down the stairs and back into the living room. I felt my brother's gaze on me. His mouth was drawn and tight and from the way he looked at me and shook his head, I knew that he wasn't on my side."What ring?" I asked. Sarah rolled her eyes at me and before my dad could stop her. Fair complex, long hair thin lips, shaved hands and legs, 5’5’’ a perfect choice of every fucker. She was sitting in the front and her children were in back seats. She was wearing blue color saree and was nicely make up. She was wearing deep red lipstick, full hand bangles bindi, sindur and mangalsutra. Today she was wearing white bra and purple color panty which I bought for her some days back. While driving she knew I would mischief with her private parts and I started to play with her body. I also had drank a boat load of coffee while waiting for my first volunteer applicant. It was just my luck that the first one was a woman. I had real reservations. Not about her sex, but about her mental health.‎It seemed that Lucinda Mercer was US Army combat veteran who had been declared disabled. She had a chunk of her leg blown away by an IED somewhere in Afghanistan. She was suffering from the same things as me only worse.‎‎”Ms Mercer I have read your record and it is very impressive,” I. She was clever, with a subtly twisted sense of humor that they both enjoyed. Nor was she shy, giving as good as she got when faced with his bawdy comments and her sly flirtations. It wasn’t long before they’d become friends, although that didn’t prevent them from speculations as to what it would be like to invite her into their bedroom or, as George seemed intent upon, to bend her the dining room table and fuck her up the ass. As time went on, the obsession faded until one day, a chance glimmer.