The crooks didn't fool around; they jus' showed up one day an' said that ifen he didn't pay them not ta, they wuz gonna bust up his place. He couldn't... afford ta replace his press an' type ifen it wuz busted, so he agreed ta pay.He started off payin' $1 a week, but the demands grew 'til now he wuz payin' $5 a week, an' he wuz shore that the price would go up in the near future. He wuz barely scrapin' by with the $5, but ifen they even went up ta $6, he would be driven out of business.That really. They had more electrical outlets than appliances. They had computers and televisions.They didn’t have phones. Not for the most part. I didn’t know anyone who had a landline.Most of the houses were unfamiliar but occasionally I would pass one and think, Jim Robertson lived there. Moved away after sixth grade. Or, German shepherd that likes to chase bicycles. Be careful. Mostly, though, they didn’t ring a bell. The streets weren’t laid out on a perfect grid like the prewar neighborhood I grew up. She begged me to fuck her arse as I pulled my throbbing member out of her sweet honey pot, and into a tight bread basket that put up a slight resistance until it gave in and my rod slid all the way home as she sighed with pleasure, it felt tight as it was the first time I had done anal, I asked her if it felt ok as she nodded saying it feels great and wanted me to fuck her so hard and cum in her. I grabbed her hips again and started to thrust my cock in and out as we groaned the feeling unreal. Whenever I touched her, she never complained. This was a green signal for me I guess.After some months, me and Shreya became good friends. We exchanged our numbers and used to chat sometimes but never went to personal, just casual chats.Then finally that day came I was long waiting for. That day she wore a tight pink tee in which she was looking damn hot. That day she was alone and that was the reason I was quite happy. We wished each other after that she asked me to help her out in inclined.