He stood up and I noticed his trousers were open, dick poking out. His eyes latched on mine and my pussy tingled as I realised he was the same bloke I’d been fantasising about for years. Indian XXX He held his hand out and I gave them to him “mmm that’s the one” he groaned, holding them right over his nose. I always sent ‘recorded delivery’ as even postal workers are known to rip up his letters. “take your knickers off love” he demanded. Ian sat back on his side of the table and lit up a fag “All right?” he asked me, looking exausted but less tense than before. “should I have used this opportunity to get something out of him, to make some money?” I was questioning everything. “of course I am, I’m in here!’ he replied laughing chestily with a hint of sarcasm. yeah” I nervously answered. I sat on my seat, head reeling from the experience and the guard left looking pleased with himself. “of course I am, I’m in here!’ he replied laughing chestily with a hint of sarcasm. The man who’d drank cheap German wine and rode a motorbike through Manchester to the desolate moors and had picnics on his victims’ graves.
