”Georgetta nodded. “Anything for my incarcerated brothers.”“We’ve brought back Mikayla, by the way. She’s worn out. She’s on the loading...dock.”“Thank you, warden. We’ll handle her from here.”The deputy warden grimaced. To her, Georgetta wanted to say, What I’ve done to a handful of disposable white girls is nothing to what American society has done to our brothers and sisters. But alienating the deputy warden was not the way to economic success or helping her brothers.Everyone shook hands, and. "Wipe that look off your face", Alex said firmly and, to her own surprise, Polly obeyed. "You are a beautiful woman and should never be embarrassed to show your body off." "Yes sir", Polly said, glancing over at Mike, who couldn't take his eyes off of her."Now, get us some drinks", Alex said and Polly stood up, accidentally flashing Mike a glance of her shaved, wet cunt. She went over to the fridge and opened it. "The drinks are on the bottom shelf", Alex said, knowing Polly would be forced to. . according to me, experience is the key to everything! HARDWORK BEATS TALENT!So the more experience you have in any fails you are going to excel in that field!I have seen it many times in my life!Well, that was a thought for the day, because I have gained experience, a lot of experience! ;)Now coming back to our story, this story happened last year around Deepavali!So here it goes,Once upon a time, in a faraway land, near Hyderabad, banjara hills ( :P ), lived a beautiful girl named ” Simi “,. I could feel my dick stir under the sheet while I looked at her. “Is Angela awake yet?” She nodded at the form pressing into my side. “Angela!!! Now I remember.” Relief shot through me like a pain killer. Angela was the waitress from the top floor bar in the SFO Marriott Marquis. She'd had an intimate, front row view as Vicky and I had fucked up against the bar's panoramic windows two nights before. Last night Vicky had practically seduced the poor girl by displaying her body and whispering.