On electon day i was told to stay with chachi and the driver name musa , he is a huge guy with bold head , he looks like army r policeman , he got no ...tomach and he is quiet well built big guy , our duty was to bring old ladies to the polling station and make em cast there vote in chacha,s fever , afterword take em home where they can have some refreshment bfore they can go back there home , we did quiet good and brought many people to cast there vote , i noticed that musa was intresting to. I pulled my hand out of her dress and reached under her dress and felt the wet spot on her panties. I told her that I was disappointed in her for wearing panties, as she helped me pull them aside so I could finger her wet pussy. As she helped me finger her wet pussy, she said that she was sorry and that she needed to be punished for being a bad girl. I told that she was getting a spanking when we got home as I kept fingering her wet pussy, while she moaned. I pulled my wet fingers out of her. I imagined one or all of them watching me move and I hoped they were imagining what it would be like to have me.The gal that had come over with the new guy to invite me to their table came up beside me. I was apprehensive having already felt the bad vibe from her. My instincts were confirmed as properly calibrated when she leaned into my space and said “better stop shaking that ass or someone’s liable to put something in it”. I didn’t let her comment phase me one bit and let the music and the. “Is that your car? Wow!” “Yeah,” he said laughing. It was my dream car, Porsche Cayenne. Lisa is one lucky bitch. We sat inside and Nick started driving. Five minutes later I said to Nick to stop driving. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “Isn’t that Lisa’s car?” I asked him as I pointed my finger to the car. It was parked outside of a house. “Yeah, those are the numbers. If she’s here, then who took your cousins to the airport?” “Wait, I’ll ask them.” I took my phone from my pocket and sent a quick.