He had his arms behind his back.He told me to close my eyes. I asked why. He insisted I needed to in order to appreciate the surprise.Then he told me ...to hold out my hand and keep my eyes closed.“Why?” I asked.“Just do it he insisted, you’ll like it.” He promised.I did.I felt something warm in the palm of my hand. “Keep your eyes.” closed he insisted.I closed my fingers around it.Do you know what it is? He asked. His voice was shaky.It was sort of spongy and smooth but bumpy and…I realised his. He went up to the house and found it locked. He was making coffee in the kitchen when Dora walked in brushing her hair, dressed in a top and shorts. He looked and the long legs and his thoughts began somersaulting. But Roman guessed restraint was required. Switching on his number two smile he said, ‘Good morning Dora.’ ‘I think you’re in the wrong house. How the hell did you get in here? I locked all doors.’ ‘I’m used to wandering in and out of here. I used to act as caretaker when I worked on. Then I asked what the job was, and I was shocked to hear what he told ‘ work as my slut I will give u whatever you ask’. I got angry and threw the papers down and started leaving. For my surprise he held my saree and pulled it and it tore as I used to pin my saree to my blouse. I was horrified he pinned me to the wall and started begging me please sleep with me I will offer you whatever u demand. I fell into thoughts and I realized that my saree was torn and he already started massaging my big. She look like she only weighed 60 lbs An only looked 4ft tall. I stared back I felt something in my dick tingle at the sight of a lil Anglic girl being used for pleasure, the look on her face and the tears dripping down her cheeks,is what turned me on the most, the man behind her was about mid-40s very dark skinned complexion, grayish blackish Stright back medium braids to his shoulders.Wearing a black, white pin striped Business suite, his pants were down his anklesand he clearly didn't care.