.. the phone made its usual ringing tone across the receiver until she answered within just over five seconds. She answered by trying to say hello as... best as she could with her little knowledge of English."Hello?" Hi, is this Sascha?", he said."Yes." I saw your advertisement on the chinesehoes.com website and I would like to come and see you." Okie!", she answered beaming enthusiasm."Whereabouts are you? How much do you charge?" Near ghettotown Shantyville at 111 Fake Street and I charge $100. Kal jab me dopaher ko apne kam ki vajahse bahar nikala tha . Ye bat anand gujrat ki bat he tab muje mere boss ne marketing keliye beja tha tab me har ghar ja kar apna product samjarahatha or bech raha tha subhe ka dhup ki vajase thak chuka tha or garmi itni ki raha na jaye chalo me sidha story pr ata hu me aese hi ek ghar ja poucha ja pr aek beautiful sexy bhabhi rerahi thi ghar che bahout paise vali thi jab mene bell bajai tab vo bahar nikali jab mene usko dekha to bhai dang hi rah gaya usne. It was him. He was no longer bound by the painting. His bronzed face and his luxuriant beard were right in her face. She didn’t have the recourse to look at the rest of him, since he was right there in her face, demanding her lips and attention. She looked in his eyes, and felt a wave of lust swamp her. They were hypnotic and blacker than coals. When the kiss ended a minute later, she was in three minds. One mind wanted her to call for help. One mind wanted someone to pinch her so she could. How could I have missed that? How could I have left him here unconscious? I cursed at myself. Nothing I could do about it now. All I could do now was take care of the one and get the hell out of this place. I went into the bathroom that connected to my bedroom and ripped the shower curtain from the rod. I laid it beside the body and rolled him across it, rolling him up in it tightly. ‘Help me.’ I gestured to his feet and she grabbed the end of the curtain, lifting him up as I did the same with.