M- ha. Khadi kyu ho baitho.*r sits*M- smitha ko apne ghar jaana hota hai, aur wo sirf saaf safaai kar sakti hai. Uske ghar mai kutch problem hai islae...tumhae bulaya hai. Khana bana sakti ho?*s staring at me with anger*R- ji sir.M- smitha isey kitchen dikhaao, aur raat ka 3 logo ka khaana banwao.S- yes sir.She took resham to the kitchen. My dick was now tearing my underwear and pants to fuck that new girl.Dinner-M- khana lagaao, baitho aur kha ke jaana.R- ok sir.S- achha bana leti ho khaana.M-. And she did so by suggesting we get together for coffee one afternoon. We decided on Rochester as being about halfway between her house and mine and I arranged my work schedule so I could take off early on Tuesday afternoon.Two weeks and two days after the overnight party—but who’s counting?—Anna and I rushed into a hug with exactly the same enthusiasm as when we parted that Sunday afternoon. The corner restaurant where we met was between the lunch and dinner crowds, so they didn’t mind having. But that was just the tip of the iceberg. There was a lot about Mackenzie that Seung didn't like. She talked constantly about nothing. She took many opportunities to congratulate Seung on how well she spoke English despite the fact that Seung had been born and raised in Colorado. She only had two sources of information about the world: Church and Fox News. She was totally repressed and judgmental. She didn't forbid Seung from bringing boys back to the room after a night clubbing because that. I smiled: the little slut wasgetting wet down there. Like the fucking slut she was, the humiliation anddegradation was making her wet. I removed my fingers from her cunt, wipingthem on her ass and leaned back to watch Jenny finish her meal. It took Jenny two minutes to finish the food. I ordered her to lick the bowlclean and then kneel, hands on her head. She obeyed and knelt before us, herface still smeared with the remains of her meal, drool running down her chin. "God, girl," I said with.