Seeing the waitress coming who just place my second one down is young maybe 23, 5’2” nice face but a little heavy on the ass side. The bar tender... female dyke type with black leather vest, dark skin shaved head and nice pair of tits 34c. The place has low lighting as you might see in an old film, dark panel with a etched mirror behind the bar, pool table where what seems to be a husband and wife playing 9 ball, they have the rings on, young 27 or so and seem very competitive with the game. . It was late and the subway was almost deserted as I entered. I remember seeinga group of youths which made me feel uncomfortable and I put my head down andhurried along down the poorly lit tunnel. As I got to the end where the stepsstarted I noticed a poster on the wall, not a big one around a4 size it didn'tstand out too much to the onlooker but the chains bordering the page made itstand out to me. My wife was an airhostess and as such was never home. Our sex life was 'normal'to say the least. He asked her softly if she was ok.Fatima opened her eyes and smiled at him. He bent down to kiss her passionately. Her body glistened with droplets of sweat and the sight highly aroused Zain. He kissed and sucked on her nipples and she moaned with pure delight. He then kissed his way down past her stomach until his mouth found her clit. He could smell sex and he inhaled deeply, loving the intoxicating aroma. He licked her clit and tasted her sweet nectar mixed with the saltiness of Irfaans cum.. Some sicko pervert fuck had thought to play a joke and send me a picture of my own daughter. Hope he got his rocks off, because I'll have his name out of Liz as soon as she gets home from school.No answer. I hung up frustrated.Liz's eyes looked at me, through the camera and monitor to stare at her father. The one now looking at her naked proud stance and attractive body.Yes, indeed, she was very attractive. Beautiful even. If you consider a thin seventeen year-old can be 'beautiful'. In fact.