She was just perfect. I just forgot to describe about her although she is a widow she has good vital stats 34d and waist 36. Wheatish in complexion in... short sexy lady. Coming back to story.During one of my visits from mumbai she invited me to her house for dinner. She use to stay alone since she had started working so she didnt stay with her parents and brothers family. She wanted to be independent and she got what she wanted. I got convinced and said we shall have dinner at your place on. Tell me or I’ll hurt you bad and I won’t stop till I’m good and ready.’ As if to emphasize his words, his big hand reaches into the bodice of her chemise tearing it from her as if it were a gossamer thin cobweb. Frightened dark forest green eyes widen and leap up to meet his, gasping as she tries to cover her nudity from the hulking Interrogator. He leans down, keeping her body pressed harshly against the cold cement brick of the walls, his lips come nearer and nearer, her body reacts as if in. " I said desperately. "Well,” she continued, "Try to think about something else, Jim." "I am, but it's just not working." I told her truthfully. "Every time you move...it...it, well you know." I tried to explain. "It’s not my fault!" She said defensively. "I didn't mean it was. It’s just that when the truck bounces, it makes you move and rub my... you know." Then a few seconds later, I asked her, "Can you move at all?" Not much, with those damn blankets behind my ass! She's got us packed in. Our group is always competitivewhen we go out, so I had to look my sexiest, or I'd be letting the side down. I'd opted fora black miniskirt and jacket with a pink top. Offset with an hour worth of makeup, mylong dark flowing wig and my fuck me heels, the whole combination was looking like Ihad hit the mark. All I needed was my phone, and this girl was going to be ready.As I reached for my mobile on the dressing table, it began to ring. Figuring it was one ofthe girls asking, "where the hell are.