Grabbing her bright red locks I pull her head up so I can kiss her deeply tasting my own juices, Tasha smiles against my lips. I move my hands over he...r body, feeling the way it changes to my touch, feeling the Goosebumps that arise. My fingers move down to her pussy, I can feel the heat radiating from it, I stop to stroke the soft tuft of red hair that covers her lips, I know this teases her but I want to tease her.Before Tasha can get impatient I stroke her slit feeling how moist she’s gotten. Give me sometime.Main: Ok jaan am waiting for you. Bye(Rakesh): Bye honey, be ready.Main: Ok!Itna kahti hui main phone kaati to samne se Akash ne ishare mein poocha ki phone kat hua ki nahi? Jispar maine usse ek zor ki yes boli.Akash: wah bhabhi waah!! Kya kahani banayi, meri interview? Mera friend? Traffic? Konsa interview? Konsa friend? Ha ha ha!Main: Ha ha ha! Are ye sab to mere baaye hath ka khel hai.Akash: Maan gaye ustaad.Main hasne lagi uski baat sun aur boli: Dekh ab time nahi, jaisa. His hard cock was seepingprecum. At long last, the pairgathered their things, stood up, and made their way to the cashier. Joe left a $5 bill on his table to coverthe $3.85 check, and skirted out the door, trying not to draw attention tohimself. Waiting at the side of thebuilding, he let the two almost reach their older model Chevy Impala, beforewalking up on them. The nickelplated .45 glinted in the waning sunlight as he held it to Jennifer?s temple,and with his free hand, he latched onto. The slave even changed its profile information. It changed its sexual orientation from straight to bicurious and the looking for to include women. Doing that seemed to get the ball rolling. It started getting emails and flirts from different women, but unfortunately the first few were from somewhere too far away or they were too “butch”. Then there were the ones who didn’t include pictures or their information was just too suspicious sounding. The one thing that the slave wanted to avoid.