At first, I tried to ignore him but then felt some pity and walked up to him to help him. I said hello uncle, what happened?Uncle- “Yaar, start hi n...ahi ho raha hai”Me- “ Let me try”.Uncle- “Yes please”.I tried but it was of no use. Suddenly, I spotted a mechanic and called out to him. I explained the problem to him. The mechanic said it will take time to repair as it was about to rain again.He said he will take the scooter to his workshop and repair it and Uncle could come the next day to. They are 8 and she laughed again and this time with Mom. The boys live in another province and that is why Mrs. C wants to spen more time with them. She then gave me a list of the rules and all the important phone numbers on this list. The rules were the basic ones and there was nothing surprising. I would arrive on Monday morning and leave by 2 on Thursday. She said my pay would be. I gasped. I did not even think about money and l just about said that l would do it for free. ‘. Everywhere Arses went, he was preceded by a pennant decorated with his logo. Not only that, anyplace Arses spent more than a few minutes had itself decorated with that same logo.Hooray! Now we had an easy way to follow him around. The stupid SOB started riding a black horse decorated with fake wings. Naturally, the poor horse tired quickly with the added weight of the wings, so Arses had in his retinue, a collection of the most handsome black horses that could be found. This affectation. He could hear the men laughing and joking in Swahili and then there was the sound of someone being slapped, followed by a little girl weeping. The man who had been playing with Emily’s tits, a tall, lanky, young, black man, barely out of his teens, named Matata, got by her head, dropped his trousers and pulled his big black cock out, so that it bobbed up and down, close to her face. Without any thought for her, he forced his cock into her mouth. Kibwe took his fingers out of her cunt. Matata.