“Let go of my Master!” Paris shrieked and threw herself at the man in the suit. She grabbed his arm, trying to pull his grip away from Justin. “...e has to fuck me! I need it!”“Another Parallel!” shouted the man in the suit, throwing Paris back.The rich girl’s arms windmilled. She tottered on her heels. The right one snapped. She collapsed onto the ground, a grunt bursting from her lips.“Come on,” growled the man in the suit. “Let’s move before any more of them show up.”Paris kicked off her heels. "This did not surprise me at all but made me chuckle' "Well truth be told , that was the first thing I thought when I saw you but I'm not one of those guys who will beg for pussy. I love it and you are sexy as hell so yes but so far as tonight is concerned getting you home safely was my agenda. Even if it means sleeping on the couch. "She picked her phone up and with a seductive smile turned to me, " Well I will speak to my mum. It should be alright but don't forget its the couch for you. I. R thakte parchi na ami ok suiye diye dui urur majhe mukhta these dhore mansolo gudta chatte thaklam ami ok ghuriye diye or feda makhano gudta chatte thaklam o kata pathar moto his his kore uthchilo.Kichu pore ahhhhhh ahhhh uffff kore jola dhele dilo vok vok kore tarpor amar dhon ta k niye khelte laglo kokhono chuschilo kohono dudute ghoschilo abar jib diye dhoner lal mundita chat chilo narachilo abar kokhono purota dhukiye nichilo amar besh valoi lagchilo ami ok soriye diye ekta balish or pod. I hurry to get myself dressed, I'm not able to find my panties so I just put my pantyhose on. I pull my hair into a ponytail, put fresh makeup on and the only cologne I have in my purse. It's a bit bolder than I normally wear, but I can't very well go to work smelling of sex. Once at work, I stop in the ladies room to make sure I look nice and notice the big stain on the front of my blouse. I tried to clean it up, but I had only made it bigger. I took the blouse off, shoved it in my purse.