“I’ve been wanting you for a while now. Always coming in here stripping me down with your eyes. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” I am stammer... along muttering noises that in no way sound like words. “Shh, it’s ok. I know what you want, and I definitely know what I want.” She pushed me into a corner and dropped to her knees. Her hands ripping my pants open. I tried to resist her all of this was too sudden for me. She took me into her mouth and I couldn’t resist any longer. My fingers ran through. And consistency ... of rust. There were a series of openings that, once upon a time, held glass. The driver had a windshield that was mostly intact ... except for a bullet hole or two.We met the bus in the Plaza Cívica 7 de Agosto at 5Am. We had purchased tickets. Purchase of tickets ... with a suitable bribe to the armed guard and another to the driver ... guaranteed us seats ... such as they were. Still, there were leather covers over the springs. We boarded just behind a flock of nuns. They. There were fuck me pumps, boots, sandals, stilettos, etc as well as various costumes like air hostess, nurse, etc.The final drawer however, confirmed that my mum was definitely keeping multiple partners. There was a book with a list of various men, their contacts and some notes about their bedroom prowess both from herself as well as comments from other names I didn’t recognize. Beside the book, there was a phone (not her normal phone) which revealed everything. Drew and I scrolled to the most. She was incredible and by far the most mature of the candidates. I explained the job requirements and she was keen to get started on it. When I told her when to come for training she flashed me a smile and that image burned into my mind forever. This is how I met my Indian lover and she is to me she will always be the cinnamon that flavored my life and from this moment on she changed my life forever. The first few weeks the interaction between us was minimal and one night Cinnamon texted me and.