Katz, stopped me as I passed his desk. ‘Oh! Mr. Barkley!’ he called out. ‘A letter for you. I have a letter for you!’ ‘A letter?’ I asked,... lighting a cigarette. ‘Yes, sir,’ he replied. ‘This morning when I came into the office, this letter was sitting on the front desk. It has your name on it.’ He handed me an envelope. ‘Mr. Bam Barkley’ had been written on the front, a woman’s handwriting. I opened the envelope to find a clean, crisp hundred dollar bill. No note or anything. Just a new one. Her long straight black hair that just shimmered in the sunlight as she ran, the ways her eyes twinkled as though the stars have been put into them and how her radiant white skin glowed in the moonlit night. Her complexion matched mine, I was light skinned myself and my black hair didn’t seem too shabby when I compared it with her. We look gorgeous together and I knew as the years flew by, I would one day fall in love with this girl. To me, she was like an angel; one I never knew I’d lust for. Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh….haaye mere raja bada tadpi hoon is maze ke liye, pichle 5 saalon se tere fufa ji ne mujhe chua tak nai par kal tune mere andar ki aurat ko fir se jaga dia hai mere raja aur siskariyon ki awazein nikale ja rahi thi jo pure kamre me goonj rahi thi ssssssssssssiiiiiiiiiiiiiii…..oooooooohhhhhhhhhh oooooooooooiiiiiiiiiiiiiii maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.Ab maine unki panty utar di aur chut me jibh daal ke chusne laga, mere aisa karte hi bua pagal ho gai aur aise tadapne lagi mano koi pani se. She seemed to be keeping her sexual urges under control with her current work schedule and when we discussed how she felt, she expressed a true joy for sex, regardless of the fact that men were paying her for it. She seemed to get excited, just as I did, by the thought of fucking a large number of strangers and letting them cum in her. I’m not sure why we both were turned on by such a thought, but it drove our appetites and allowed us to do what we did for a living. I had booked my daughter’s.