" You bastard. You knew I'd try to leave, didn't you!" You overestimate me, boy. I gave you what you believed you have always wanted, a chance to use ...your abilities to their fullest, then gave you a home and a challenging position to apply your skills to. And what do you do to repay me? You betray me by attempting to steal one of the most promising girls I've seen in years along with abandoning your post and that of your partners. You're not worth my time to tell you this."I was about to argue. She is voluptuous, curvy and hot. I thought it would be nice to get her a new outfit so we went to some specialty shops to find her new costume.After a drive we found a middle eastern shop with all sorts of dancing stuff. We walked in it was a little dark and dingy but smelled a little like cigars. The owner greeted us, an older Arab man wearing what looked like middle eastern clothing, he introduced himself as Mustafa. He was friendly enough and urged us to look around.My Emily asked him about. She told me all without any hesitation. I reached her in 30 minutes and man, I found a stunning south Indian female there. Though not fair in complexion, she had everything that any male would want to experience. She was traditionally dressed in simple saree, and also had jasmine flower pinned on her long hair. The fragrance of the flower was disturbing me quite a bit and I told her that my thoughts are taking me back to India, as I was gently sniffing the smell into my nose. I asked her if. “He’s got a purty nice dick, too,” Riley said, his voice (and the smell of his breath) making me uncomfortable. “Fuck that,” Sam said, pushing his finger at my hole roughly, then just as roughly, he pulled his hand from my pants. “Tammy here’s a girl, she’s got a pussy not a dick.” “Oh yeah,” Riley said, his hand still groping my now fully-hard dick, which I supposedly didn’t have. “I forgot,.” Even though Sam had stepped away, I stayed right where I was, still in the tight embrace of the.