He asked if I am from India by any chance. He said he is very surprised to see an Indian girl in a pub drinking and smoking.I challenged him back that... whats wrong and why can’t girls also have some fun. He was taken aback. With a smiling face, he said, “Yes sure you should also have fun. You are young, beautiful and looking very sexy.” I turned my face a little serious on his last point. I asked him if he is trying to hit on me.I generally like to tease him and wanted to see how he gets pissed. She only had one escort, and he was way too well dressed to be a federal agent. Not that he wore anything flashy but anyone familiar with Morgan's wardrobe learned to recognize perfect tailoring. Except for the clothing though, the guy would have disappeared into the background; brown hair, brown eyes, medium build, maybe five foot nine. The guy looked about as average as average could get.Diana's head snapped around from Marshal James to Agent Canin. She walked the few steps over to place her. My instinct is to push your cock out but I don’t. Instead I clench your cock hard. Your groan makes me realize how far I have come. How excited you are by this. “Just fuck me,” I hear myself say. You need no second invitation. You pull out and push back in again quickly. This time it is me who groans loudly. Oh god, it actually feels amazing. “Tell me what I am doing to you,” you demand. “Fucking my ass,” I reply, my voice cracking. “Fucking me with your hard cock. You’re taking my cherry.”. You get the eggs going and I’ll get the innards ready.”She was glad they had plenty of eggs—she was famished. She pulled out six and went to crack them into a bowl while her father poked around in the fridge for the rest. He came up with some leftover ham, some cheese, half a red pepper and an onion, and brought them over to the counter. He began to slice and chop while Jane got out the big cast-iron skillet and put it on the stove. While it was heating she beat the eggs together with a.