Comments are always appreciated. * The city had made a smart decision when they put the police station a few blocks away from the downtown area clubs.... Sage was mentally thanking who ever it was that came up with the idea because her feet were screaming bloody murder. Without even looking down at the peep-toes, she knew the skin around the crimson painted nails were most likely white and swollen from lack of blood flow. God, she hated wearing heels. The more her feet hurt the worse she could. I kneeled down and she grabbed it and pulled it towards her mouth as Bill was fucking her missionary still. She really knew how to give a blow job and it felt great. After a few minutes Bill slowed down and rolled off of her. I didn’t know he had just blew a huge load in her tight hole. I Laid down beside her and she continued to work my dick over like a lollypop. I asked if I could have a taste of her pussy and she said sure. I turned my body and she rolled on top of me to 69 me. It tasted. As if he was planning something for me (that story is something else entirely!) Finally, I finished tying my hair and put my hands down. The restaurant started buzzing with activity again. Suddenly my uncle placed his right hand on my waist.He said, “Pranali, come home with your family this weekend, It has been so many days since I and your father talked.”“Okay uncle,” I said with a small smile but my mind was racing with a hundred thoughts. “Why does he suddenly want me to come home? Does he. Had been inside where my finger was now?"She pulled back and looked into my eyes with a grin."Honey,... have you thought about that question? Really want to ask?" She said. "You did enjoy our phone call? Sometimes the whole truth,... what shall I say,... can spoil the illusion?"I thought about that. Wondering how many questions I wanted to answer myself, considering the night I spent with Monica as a bartender."Where exactly was George,..." I began again."Oh, Jack, that feels,... so good. Keep.