”“Yes, yes, I did,” I said.“I thought that this was your weekend with the kid,” she said.“It was supposed to be, but she didn’t show—a...gain,” I said.“I see,” she said. “Did she call?”“No, not yet. She usually does if she’s not going to come, but this time nada so far,” I said.“Hmm, and let me guess, you’re peeved,” she said.“No, no, I’m long passed the being peeved stage. I’m kinda just going with the flow, as someone recently advised me to do,” I said.“Probably a good idea. She’s still a kid. Kutta to gand hi marega na. Yhe khate hue maine unki kamar pakad kar unko ulta kiya aur unko ek kuttiya ki tarah baitha kar unki gand mein jib dalkar chusne laga aur hath badha kar jor jor se unke boobs dabane laga vo to jaise pagal hi ho gayi aur jor jorse aaaahhh ki awaze nikalne lagi. Fir maine apne lund mein bhaut sara oil lagaya aur unki gaand ke ched mein mein bhi oil ki shishi khali karke aapna lund unke gaand ke ched par ghasne laga tab Riya bhabi bol uthi raja jara aram se karna abhi. My off duty nights were most always Tuesday and Wednesday since a force was so small we had everyone on duty or on call for the weekends for the weekend bars filled with oilfield workers. Tuesday took for ever to come around. I got ready wearing my denim wrangle jeans, white shirt, boots and silver belly hat. Since she still had a boyfriend even though as she said he very seldom satisfied her sexual needs. She said he was not up to trying new things to keep their sex interesting and she was. The lighting is harsh, casting shadows from the bed to the concrete floor below. Sleazy is an understatement.Then we hear the familiar clicking of hard heels on the concrete as this week’s guest walks onto the set.There’s a clicking of heels as this week’s guest walks onto the set and we cut to watch her approaching – starting with those heels… Red knee-high PVC boots with four-inch heels, moving up to slim, smooth, coffee-coloured thighs, red panties visible below the hem-line of a red and.