She has tried long Bengans, cucumbers, Carrots, Bananas and even handle of her hair brush but she misses the real warm and hot Lund in her always want...ing juicy pussy.She is working in a company in Bombay in Church gate area and lives in Dahisar which is very far from her working place. She takes the train every day which takes up over an hour of her time traveling. She normally catches the ladies compartment daily.One day, on her way back from work, she was little late in reaching the station.. I looked at her and asked her what. She said she want to see. I told her I will show her a movie she said nope she want to see the real thing. I said no. I don’t know what went through my mind and that time to say no. But I have regrets it. After few silent moments she asked if she could feel it through my pants and she don’t want to see it I then said ok. She said can I do it now. I said ok and that she must come sit next to me. By this time my heart was beating so fast cause it’s the first. ?I will go and won't tell anyone what I saw. I promise! You can take my purse. Don't hurt me."A very angry gangster, dressed in an old fashion suit and sunglasses, stood up and slapped her across the face. ?We can? You ever think you can ever tell a black man what to do, you're a worthless little honkey trick,? the suited man scolded with a still raised fist. ?You don't even have the right to talk to us. Niggas, don't give this white she-devil the satisfaction of a fuck. I say we give her a. Hands shaking, he undid the metal clasp, and pulled the watch over one long, lean hand with the other. He offered it to me, and I accepted. I pointed to the ring of slightly paler skin on his left forearm. ?Look, a watch line.?He was past caring. One of my guests once asked me whether I cared about the boys I processed here, and the answer was an unequivocal yes. I am with them for, typically, five weeks before the end. There is a bond. Most of them need to talk, to try and understand, and I am.