’ ‘Okay,’ Martin said. Because really, what more could he say. ‘Go to the Ritz Carlton. I have a room. Are you a virgin?’ The steering whe...el went wet in Martin’s hands. ‘Define virgin,’ he said. ‘Well, what have you done with a girl?’ ‘Nothing at all,’ he heard himself say, not consciously deciding to say it. Dumbass. ‘Mm-hmm,’ Cindy muttered. She stared out the window yet again. Would she ever look at him for the rest of the night? They parked and went up the elevator to the lobby, then. Woh chahe purush mere family ka ho, bhai ka friend ho ya papa ke friends. Sab mujhe lava bulate hai. Jaise lohe ko chumbak chipakta hai waise mujhe tharki purush jakadte hai.Mujhe mere jism par bohut naaz hai. Main gori chitti hu, kad mera 154 cm hai, boobs 36d hai. Aur gand meri kisi bhi umar ke purush ko ghayal karde utni ubhri hui hai. Waise mere gand dekhe to ghayal hona avashya hai.Jab main short top aur shorts pehenti hu, boobs mere uchhalte hai aur gaand meri sabko nachvaati hai. Mere. As Iwalked to my car, and turned around to get in, I looked up and noticedhe was standing by his truck checking me out. My high heels, myshapely, pantyhose clad legs, and my black skirt dancing across my legsas I walked down the sidewalk, had all caught his eye. I was too faraway to be read even if I did look like Patrick Swayze in "Wong Foo",and I knew that he was seeing the world through liquor colored glassesso he was seeing nothing but a feminine, well dressed woman. EvenPatrick Swayze. Man, was I horny!With a shove, my pants and boxers fell to the floor. Callie smiled, stepped back and ogled. “Turn around. I want to see your tush,” she instructed.“I’m not a piece of meat on display,” I countered. As odd as it was, I was feeling ridiculous standing naked with a hard on being studied carefully.She laughed lightly. “Yes you are. You’re my piece of prime, grade A meat. Turn, Lightfoot!”I did.“World class. Edible,” she murmured, her hand fondling.I’d had enough. Turning, I grabbed.