I didn't mind much at all actually because she was literally one of those girls that had heard all the lines and all the moves and dances. I once aske... her what kind of guy she likes, but all she said was "oh nothing particularly special" which of course I knew was a lie. At the end of the day when it was getting late and it was getting quite dark out and I was tired.I offered Marissa a ride home, but she took her own car to work so she was in need of no ride. As well if she ever did forget her. I picked it up. It was Carol’s. I quickly leafed through it, and found two interesting phone numbers and one appointment. I grabbed a scrap of paper and was writing the numbers down when I heard Su Lin talking to someone in the hall. I scrambled around the desk and peeked cautiously around the corner. Su Lin was talking to Steve, who was standing with his back to me. Su Lin saw me slip out the door and hurry down the hall. Whoever said whores don’t have hearts of gold? She saved my ass by. ”“Being an Italian mobster, Frankie is going to go through life with a hard-on for every good looking woman he sees.” “Through all of this sorry state of affairs, the one thing I do know for sure is that I am beginning to truly despise him for being such a cheating bastard.”She picked up her glass, again, took a quick drink, then pointed it at Cindy and said, “As beautiful as you are, hell, I’ll bet he has even hit on you?”Cindy, startled by the unexpected accusation, looked at her. The door was wide open. I walked out. There, under the tree, Nisha (my sister) was lying face down and Amit was fucking her from behind.“Aaaahhhhhhh… aaaaaahhhhhhh… uuuummmmm… yesssssss… yessssssss… aaaaaaahhhhh”, she moaned.I silently walked behind Amit. He had no clue that I was standing behind him. He was busy pounding my sister’s pussy. His one hand was grabbing her butt cheek while the other was pulling her hair.I stood there and watched for 15 minutes as he continued to fuck Nisha (my.