A smile spreads across his face. Standing in front of her, the tall guy asks, 'What's your name, lady?' Whenshe answers her speech is slow and slurred...and she sways slightly. 'Hafida.' 'You from Pakistani, or somethin'?' The expression on her facedoesn't change. Still swaying slightly, she replies. 'Maroc'. I Arab.'His smile is gently and disarming as he says, 'Well Hafida, I ain't neverhad an A-rab lady before....you gonna be my first one! Ain't thatwonderful?!' For the first time, her. ‘Embarrassed about it?’ Luke teased. ‘Or are you afraid it isn’t good?’ ‘I’m not ashamed of it and I never said if it was good or not,’ Sophie defended herself. ‘There’s nothing wrong with that genre, in my opinion.’ ‘You really want to read some of it?’ she asked. ‘It’s something you’re interested in looking at?’ ‘I know we just met and haven’t learned a lot about each other. One thing about me you’ll discover is I don’t lie,’ Luke stated. ‘That wasn’t what I meant, Luke,’ Sophie apologized.. I sat down and he ordered me a drink. Soon after I felt his hand on my knee. We had a few drinks and he took me onto the dance floor for a very slow dance pulling me close. When he held me close I could feel the bulge in his pants pushing against me. I could feel my pussy responding.We returned to the table and had a few more drinks and dances. Several times when we returned to the table, our hands were rubbing each other's crotches. To say I was wet is an understatement. Feeling him under the. Of course I am hehe ehe what seriously push push push [ush its a baby girls.1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 OMG a whole liter, I need to quit this job before its...To late dearly, your a mommie too now, naturally you'll need 2 more pairs ofbreasts to keep the girls feed, but how am I suppose to run the shop like...Simple the shop runs itself, lay back down & let the girls drink their milk.Suddenly it hits me I wasn't special jsut another victem of this witch girl.I have a zoo keeper ready to pick you & baby.