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She never let the drink out of her sight. When did he ever have the chance to drug it? Then it hit her. The money he had given the bartender. What if he had paid the bartender to put something in her drink? ‘You idiot,’ Meeka thought to herself. ‘How could you have been so stupid.’ The sound of a lock clicking startled Meeka and she jolted up, staring towards the door. The door slowly opened and Meeka watched as a tall handsome man made his way into the room. After closing and locking the door behind himself, he turned and faced Meeka. She stared at him, not speaking as he grabbed another chair from the corner of the room and sat down in front of her. Once he was sitting, she got a good look at him. He had jet black hair that had been slicked back. He was wearing a button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showing off his incredibly muscular arms. Though she was terrified out of her mind, she couldn’t help being totally attracted to this man. Almost instantly, she found herself lost in his sparkling grey eyes. There was something about those eyes that at first seemed familiar to Meeka, but she just couldn’t place it. They stared at each other for a long time before he finally spoke to her. “Hello Meeka,” he said in a deep voice. Meeka felt as if japanese her heart had just stopped. “How do you know my black name,” she whispered out. “I know a lot more about you than just your name,” he told her. “Would you like some water? The drugs tend you give you dry mouth.” Just then, she noticed in one hand, he was holding a bottle of water and in the other hand, he held a white folder. She looked up into his eyes again, absolutely terrified. “Who are you?” She asked him. “My name Alexander.” “What did you do to me? Where am I?” Standing up, he walked over to her chair and expertly began asian undoing the knots that girl had been tied around her wrists. Meeka continued to japan stare up at him as she felt the ropes get looser. “You are in my home,” he told her as he untied. “I had my personal assistant bring you here.” Once her hands were completely free of the bonds, Meeka massaged her sore wrists, still staring at him. “Here,” he said, picking up the bottle of water he had left on his own chair and handing it to her. “Drink this.” Meeka looked from the bottle in front of her face, back up to his. “How do I know you didn’t drug it like the drink at the bar?” she asked him. She was lying about plenty herself, she couldn't exactly asian expose him without exposing herself first. The feeling of his tongue next was what drove my dick back to life. In only a few thrusts, he fills her belly with his seed and girl stumbles away from her to quickly resume his cleaning and erasure of the evidence of his violation. They each bowed, their faces cast downward demurely, their hands laced before them. He slowly begins to thrust and I immediately hear slippery sliding sounds. And that's exactly what he did. “I …. She had used her own fingers and sometimes a toy she had bought one day across town, which she panicked about all the way home, fearing it would magically start buzzing in her back pack so letting the whole carriage know what she was carrying. “Thank you!” he said with a rise in his tone. I overheard one japan of my mother’s friends tell her that she was going to have a baby and “the due date didn’t add up right.” I remembered her attempt to push me off and wondered if even in her passion she realized that something like this would happen. black “And who japanese do you think he would believe? The two latest bandits had come through the last unknown door that was slightly ajar. Daniel How does this transformation take place?” “That’s right. Two red fox were fighting over the fish remains. “You know… I think you guys should get something out of this too.” Jake offered. He couldn't wait to taste her.