Hand on one hip, weight shifted to one side. Mad at myself for doing that, I shifted to a more masculine stance, arms folded across my chest, a glare ...n my face."Didn't work, dude," the caterpillar laughed again, shaking his head. "Ya want my help, or not?"I sighed again, knowing I'd have to play along with him if I was gonna find out what he was talking about. "Okay, okay," I said, shaking my head. "How can you help me?" Easy," he shrugged again, taking another drag. "Just eat a piece'a this. I left the hotel a little later, lost in shock, not knowing where to go. Despite the early hour, the whores of the rue Saint Denis were already the sidewalk, and I overshot, at a rapid pace, to achieve the Halles. After a few minutes of indecision, I jumped on the subway and went home. The inside of my maid's room seemed sad in the gray drizzle of Paris, and fully dressed, I let myself fall on my bed, taking a kind of sob content. But my mind rebelled: I can tighten others, and if it is to. The bitch, she wasn't so fucking queenly now, and she'd be less so by the time he was through with her. Goddamn her... rabbit was he... ! He thrust forward into the once tightly puckered, and now grotesquely stretched mouth of her rectum, at the same time, sliding his one hand down under her belly and between her thighs to her open cuntal slit, feeling the moisture from the silken, hair-covered lips seeping out to cover her ravenish velvety down that was brushing teasingly against his balls as. ..uh...uuuuhhh...Mmmm, you sister fucker jijju...ohhhh you bastard you are filling my ass...ahhhhhh behnchod (sisterfucker) you are filling me!" Mona moaned. "Ooooo!" He roughly pulled her by her beautiful, long hair. She managed to ask "Dont pull my hair, what's going on? I am offering you my ass and you are pulling my hair....jijju stop it, you s*s fucking bastard!" Raj relented and pulled his hand away from her hair but continued to pound her ass-hole. " How does your ass feel now, my sexy.