Bhetor alo-andhari thaka te amar besh subidhe chilo. Mr. Sen aar Sonali pasapashi bose chilo aar ta dekhe amar matha ta thonke gelo. Khanik por dekhla...m je Mr. Sen tar hath diye Sonalir hather oopor bolachhe. Eta dekhe amar matha garam hoye gelo, kintu ami bujhte parchilam na je Sonali aaj chutir dine Mr. Sener songe ki korche. Sonali aar Mr. Sen lunche korte laglen aar amio lunche aniye khete laglam. Lunch korar songe songe tara Beer nichhillo aar ta dekhe amar chokh gol gol hoye gelo. Du. "You guess, Keesha. You guess what the white bitch's starin' at. She's starin' at yo' snatch, ain't she?" I felt my face turning red. "I think the bitch's turned on, seein' a real woman with a real pussy." He turned to me. "Ain't you, bitch? Ain't you turned on seein' a real pussy? Show her yo' pussy, bitch." I pulled the tight dress up around my waist and pulled down my panties, showed her my cleanly shaven cunt. She spat on the floor. "You look like a fuckin' chile with that no-hair thing.". She brought the mug to her lips and proceeded to chug down half of the contents. Placing the mug back on the table, she let slip a small burp.Ferro wanted to say something smart or clever, but only crude or obnoxious replies popped into his head. He remained silent."Good choice," Kay said, wiping her face with the back of her hand. "My company is interested in you because you were third in your class. Are your skills rusty?" Underappreciated and disregarded, yes; rusty, no. Without a great deal. Because I don’t plan on letting you sleep any time soon…if at all.” She loves the sound of your laugh. Still as warm as the first time she heard it, warmer maybe. And still drawing her in. She raises her head to kiss you. She can’t get enough of the taste of your mouth. “Thank you,” she says simply when you look at her inquisitively.“It was,” more laughter and another kiss, “entirely my pleasure.” You’re still lying on top of her, your body warm and soft against her and she shivers a little.