She displayed that she is wearing a thong. It wasn't G string but a thong. Enough to see her two ass cheeks peeking out. They hoot and hollered at he...r for showing, and she returned the favor with jiggling her ass for a second. She turned back to them, and took more drags of the hookah. She looked sexy as fuck, in her black pair of underwear with only a pearl necklace on and mini heels. She was getting more high and relaxed as the men ogled her body head to toe. Roshan knew she was game for. "I kept insisting on my opinions. Suddenly, to my total surprise and shock she slap me in the face:"Now listen good. This is the only way for me to not be traced and it will be your only way to be absolved on these charges. So be a man and don't screw this" She was looking me straight in the eyes angrily. I shut up although reluctantly.Then the cops entered the car. The black one the driver's seat. The other on the back seat next to my mom. She started this plot about being pick up by the guys. ‘What kind of scream?’ ‘Very high pitched. Like a young girl. No a boy. Young. Barely walking. And there’s grunting. Excited grunting.’ ‘Go back in your vision. Trace it back a few moments.’ ‘We’re so happy playing in the muck. It’s cold but we don’t care. We barely notice it.’ ‘Who is with you?’ ‘He says his name like it is the most wonderful fun. ‘Jeff!’ He bounces everytime he says it. And my name, ‘Joey!’ with excitement, with a kind of affection. I’m there to play with him unlike Mommy and. The colors were all beige and taupe with wooden textures and white, clean accents all around. The woman behind the desk looked as if she'd been genetically engineered to sit in that chair, with her dark skin that matched her desk and tightly pulled back hair, secured with a clip that matched her desk lamp."Case number 0112 dash 335 dash 413, correct?" She didn't look up at him."Correct." He slid into the wood-and-pleather chair in front of the desk."Name and Keeper ID?" Her eyes drifted to her.