Heavens above that gown matched her in every way possible; hugging her like a second skin from her bosom to the middle of her thighs. Indian sex “Mr. Just the nod of one long acquainted with danger on a larger and much more lethal scale than I could even imagine…
Unless…
My gulp probably sent shockwaves across the entire city; causing heads to turn in wonderment, save for a handful who would have knowing looks on their faces, approaching the door of my shop at any moment, hands hidden in their trench coats…
So who would it be concerning Miss Jasmine and their response in finding me staring at her feminine form of absolute wonderment…
Would it be a last, not so friendly, “Evening comrade” from the ‘men in black’ of the KGB just before they use the silenced pistols to fill me full of holes and sack my shop? Amazingly I was unhurt by this particular fall; however, the impact did bounce the cloths rack just enough to cause it to
