"She's John Smith's mother. I met her, and had to save Jeanni from her. You can forget about trying to sell 'wholesome', if she gets her hands on her.... Her, too?" Her what... No! ...at least, I don't think so. Of course, John's Mom is divorced; and does lives in Hollywood...."But Jeanni would never do anything like that. What would Derek Krain say? Not to mention all those dates she you read about in the tabloids. There hasn't been one hint about that; except for those times with Olyvia Wesson,. I watched as she collected her thoughts in the car. A devilish smile crept across my face. I texted her that when she walked up to the door, it would be open and to lock it behind her. As she stepped into my living room, she'd find a pillow on the ground in front of the couch. She was to take off any jacket or extra layers and purse and then kneel on the pillow and await my instruction. I wasn't sure what to actually expect, if I'm honest, but hearing the doorknob turn signaled that things were. Shanti takes a deep breath and approached him. Prakash smiles and sits down. He unbuttons his shirt as Shanti gets down on her knees and Rehaan fumes.P: Stop. Take off your top first. Don’t even think of arguing.He removes his shirt and bears his hairy chest to her. He’s bald but it suits him. His broad shoulders and strong chest indicate that he spends time on his fitness. He keeps his spectacles on and less at Shanti as she removes her yellow top and reveals her 40D breasts covered by a black. And before I could utter a single word, she left me, topless and aroused, sitting in the car. Oddly, I enjoyed every single thing Jessica had done to me and with me. I felt like a used slut, and I craved more. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Fifteen minutes passed while I waited in Jess’s car. Fifteen minutes of complete torture. My pussy was screaming for attention, but I knew serious consequences would surely follow if I were to.