She was chewing my lips hardly……now she got up, her warm hands were on my ass n i was enzoying her touch,..she put her middle finger in my ass..n ...thn two..after tht wo hua jo maina nahi socha tha..she beat my ass very badly with the leather belt..i was crying in pain but shedint stop..she was beating m..tears r in my eyes..but she was a very cruel lady..she sit down kiss my lips and saidabhi s phat gayi abhi to tujhe pata nahi tere sath kya kya hoga..she held the dog belt in her hand and said. But it is my job...and generally, I do it well. Somehow, sometimes, things goes...well...wrong for me. Samson Project Public Relations and authorities had been able to cover up some...unhappy, unfortunate adventures of me. Though, fortunately, nobody were hurt but me and my ego.Somehow, I continue to patrol the city day after day, night after night....A night like that...Though I am not like a Superman, I could hear a feminine screech of anguish from the dark alley. That scream was scary for. My brain is going 1000 miles and hour in 50 different directions. What is she doing? I thought this was just playing around or a joke? I never intended for her to go have sex with a black man. The bartender brings my beer as I watch my wife get into the elevator with him. She really did it. I'm now realize I'm sitting at a bar by myself and everybody there just watched my wife walk out with a black man to go have sex with him. I waited a little while but I felt like everyone there was starring. He searched in one direction, then took a series of alleyways and side streets in the other, throwing off potential pursuers. Within an hour he had obtained a good sized meal for their dinner with maybe enough left over for breakfast in the morning. He was crossing a market square on the way back to the gypsy when he noticed a crowd of people cheering. Curiosity got the better of him and he moved in closer. The exotic woman dancing in her satin wraps was seducing the ever willing crowd and.