He was too drunk. So George helped me to lift Ashok. Ashok’s left hand was over George’s shoulder and his right hand was over mine.We both walked ...him out and after a huge effort, we made him get into a cab’s backseat and I followed him.I asked George to join us as I could not lift him alone to our apartment. I needed help.Upon reaching our apartment, my colleague George helped me to drag Ashok to the bedroom and made him lie there. Ashok was not totally out but was in a semi-conscious state. He. I knew just where and how to stimulate her. Nothing hard and cruel. Soft and gentle and flicky. Tease. Tease. Love. I could be an excellent lover when I wanted to be or needed to be. I pinch jabbed her expanding clit and laid my face into her lap. Her tits hung down above me and flopped onto my head. I twisted the nail already through her nipple, for fun, and she shrieked. She was so perfectly positioned and expertly restrained she knew she couldn't. I had some wine coolers for her in the fridge, the brand and flavor she'd liked before. She flashed a beautiful smile at me as she accepted it and drank deeply. I took her around my new house, showing her all the features and comfortable little things that had attracted me to the place. She loved the fireplace."That's so beautiful," she told me. "It's exactly like the one I've always wanted in a home."I studied the rock-lined fireplace, the hardwood mantle over it, and the wide hearth in front.. Except he’s not, he’s just looking at her, behaving himself maybe.Well you’ll never believe what’s on that laptop, it’s like a shrine to her, photos of her, videos, and more of those sheets with her photos he’s written all over than pasted on the cartoon – I get it! – it’s him, cumming in his pants looking at her. How pervy can you get, but she seems to like it, at least she laughs a lot reading them. She’s showing a lot sitting there in that miniskirt, her top fits her like a dream too, she’s.