If you don?t mind me asking, what kind of car do you own?It?s a Porsche. Robert noticed with satisfaction that she was impressed. He envisioned her na...ked, wearing just her gold Rolex, being fucked by him doggiestyle. The Rolex made him feel a bit inferior, but this was kind of a turn on. Her pussy was ripe. If he could impress her with the car, she was as good as fucked. The Porsche is down in the carpark. I can take you for a spin if you want to.No, it?s not necessary.I insist. The black. He came and said,-here we go. Hameeda, I am here to relieve your pain, not to add up to it, okay?--mm…okay-He started massaging me, starting from my shoulders, actually, my collar muscles. Then shoulders, then arms, then forearms, and then, he massaged my palms and kept sliding his fingers through mine in and out for a while. That was lovely. I smiled.-mh…--you like that, do you not?--mm…yeah-Then he started massaging my back. 1st the upper back, sliding to the lower part slowly, then my. " He raised his hand to hers, "Drop that hand boy." He lowered his hand while the tears streamed from his eyes the view of her face was fogging up as his eyes fluttered. "I repeat if I every even think you are going to be a rat ... I ... will ... kill ... you. Your body will never be found..." the words trailed off in his mind as he passed out.Jerking upright with a start he saw her sitting again perched on the desk, legs crossed. She blew smoke out of her mouth then looked at her watch, "Six. ’ Jake grabbed his jacket from backstage and started to walk towards the bus when his manager, Kevin, grabbed his arm. ‘Hey Jake, before you head out, you’ve got to do a quick interview with a few local crews. We already talked about this.’ Jake grimaced and pulled on his hoodie, wishing that he hadn’t committed to this. Although he knew if he asked, Kevin wouldn’t make him go, but he was never one to let the press or fans down. ‘Let’s go then,’ he said quietly. As they neared the press.