About half an hour before the ceremony was to start, my brother came over, with a pretty redhead at his side. He told me his friend, the groom, needed... his help, and would I mind talking to Jennifer for a few minutes. “Justine,” the redhead corrected, as my brother left. “I’m Vince,” I shook her hand. “And I take it, by the fact that he doesn’t even know your name, that you and my brother aren’t dating?” I laughed. “Are you trying to find out if I have a boyfriend?” Justine looked me in the. Miss Rose once told me that the house had never been in such good repair in years. I was pleased since all I ever wanted to do was make Miss Rose proud of me. I loved Miss Rose.I learned the names of all the girls who worked for Miss Rose. There was Veronica or Ronny, Ling Li or Lee, Pamela or Pammy, Judith or Bunny, Janet or Candy, Alice or April, Ruth or Robin and Miss Rose herself. All the girls had their second name which they used at the house. I learned their real names during the time I. I traced his angry ridge with my hungry tongue. I began to try and give the ridge of his cock a hickey. The head is my favorite part of a cock, so I was in heaven. I sucked on his throbbing, pulsating head as it oozed out precum. It was delicious. I was making it “POP” out of my mouth like a pornstar. An actual loud, audible “POP”. My cock throbbed at the sound. I was jerking off while sucking his cock, I couldn’t help myself I was so turned on. I started to feel really slutty with cock juice. While coming back,we became friends. He actually works in a saloon near our house, part time. He lives in a old house in the muhalla with a lot of other muslim families crowded there with his family. His parents, one sister and a younger brother lives there. He is 19 years of age and studied till class X and dropped out there after. His father does not live here at present as he works somewhere in Gujrat and comes home in 3 months. His sister and brother. So he has a freedom in his house. He.