"Phillip's fingers sneaked playfully down the ridge of her spine, rubbing the tiny bony protuberances as he crept toward the soft cleft of her buttocks."Not there, baby... the knots are in my shoulders," she said with mock seriousness."Just wanted to get you in the mood, that's all."Her ears perked up like a dog's on the trail of game. "Mood? Mood for what... Did Valerie call?"Phillip just went on rubbing her back and shoulders, a sheepish grin on his face."Well, did she? Tell me, c'mon, tell me!" she shrieked excitedly."Yes, she called... and there's a party at the Leonard Melcher's tomorrow night. We're to be there at eight."Jessica fell back into the depths of the thickly padded chair, her eyes clenched shut and a big smile on her lips. "Wow, I can hardly wait! Is Luke going to be there?" She fondly remembered her few minutes of conversation with the Dodge Company's newest producer, a tall, dark-haired man with a build on him like Tarzan."Yeah, and his wife, too... you remember,. "Oh I see, come with me," she said.She took me to her room and made me lick her choot till midnight. When I reached the girls room to sleep Mala was not there. I was about to go looking for her when she came in."Mala, where were you?" I asked."After I left you Suleiman sir saw me and took me to his room. After fucking me he let me go. I was on my way back when Javed sir accosted me. He took me to his room. There Javed sir and Iftikar sir fucked me in both my holes. When they fell asleep I came away," Mala sighed."My God, how many times did you get fucked today?" I asked."I didn't count but I wish that every day is like this," Mala giggled."You joined your duties as his personal maid today," chachi asked."Yes, I took his bed tea to him," Mala said."Mala, suck my cock while I drink my tea," he said."I sucked his cock and after finishing his tea he fucked me," Mala said."So you are sitting here with cum in your stomach and in your choot," chachi giggled."Yes," Mala giggled. "Chachu, what.
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