I had entered "suit territory." Everything inside spoke of Old World taste and elegance. I sat in the large leather chair behind the huge wood desk. T...e desktop looked neat, even with thirty years of dust on it. I reached down to the desk's file drawer and I met with the first surprise. It was locked. Now what kind of person keeps stuff in a locked drawer when his office is 14 stories underground behind several steel doors? So, like an inquisitive kid who had just found a locked drawer in his. The odor had been vile.“That’s gross.”“It is what it is,” Benny said with a shrug of his shoulders.“Is that what the problem is? You’re waiting for someone to clean up the place?”“No. We’ll do that once we’ve bought it.”“So what is the problem with the house?” Cathy asked.She couldn’t understand why they didn’t just buy the house and get to work on it. The amount of money they could make on the place was incredible.“We can’t talk about that in public.”“Why can’t you?”“It’s not safe.”“What do. Ye sunkar wo kuch sec khamosh rehke apni hoth kaatne lagi fir dhire dhire apni haat mere lund k or badane lagi.Aur achanak se pakad li mere lund ko.Ufff keya feeling thi wo.Uski garaam mulayem haat mere tane hue lund ko pakad k rekkhi thi.Mera to muh se aaaahhh bhabiiii nikal geya.Wo fir dhire dhire hilane lagi lund ko.Pura upar se niche kar k.Fir speed badah di.Mera to halat kharab ho geya tha.Main bola uff bhaabii tum mujhe pagal kar dogiiiiiii….Mere lund se halke halke precum nikal raha. It wasn't long after I moved that a crowd of a half-dozen young women entered the bar, all busy yakking with each other and laughing, having a good time. They found an open booth and settled in, stealing a couple of chairs from other tables. I glanced at them and one of them was familiar. It was Teresa from Jenkins. She hadn't spotted me and I really didn't want to get involved with them, so I went back to studying the pattern on my beer mug.Mac and I were talking back and forth when there was.