“It was good?”“Oh my God,” she grinned and wriggled, “that was something else.”Her finger found a scar under Nicola’s left breast, she l...oked into her eyes.“How did you get the scar?”“A client once tried to cut off my breast,” her face tightened, “it was a few years ago but the cut was deep, that is why I have Carl for protection, before that I worked on my own.”“I’m sorry,” Danielle leaned across and hugged her gently, “I hope they put him in jail for years.”“He was a police officer,” she. Rose knows how hotly long looks my manliness sofar only from long distance through her binoculars.I know she knows as well as Sanne. Without doubt within reach of their hands it is three times hotter.Rose knows now how strict I stick to proper regulations until graduation, when we can do what we want.I know she longs long, loves touch me, suck me, swallow everything, same inside: feel me coming!Rose finally finishes and looks at me and Sanne asking her with an eyewink to follow order.I see she. Muje bahut chinta hui main gher gya aur mom ko delhi apne pass laane ki tayari karne laga.Mom ne mana kiya per meri zid k karan wo man gyi aur hum delhi aa gye.Suru k kuch dino me mom ki tabiyt sahi ho gyi.Fir ek din main mom ko ghumane delhi k malls me le gya wo waha jake bahut khush hui aur unhone waha se kuch sarrii kharidi.Hum gher aaye to maine mom ko bataya kel hum manali jayenge mom bahut khush hui kuki kel unka birthday tha.Subeh hui to mom naha dhoker ready thi pooja path karke maine. 'Office messenger boy' I believe was the correct name for it, and it was at a local, medium sized toy factory. I was to hang out around Mrs. Jones' office, and be on alert to run papers, orders etc. to the different departments, plus the odd trip out of the house to banks, post office and the likes. Mrs. Jones was the boss' secretary, and a very kind and nice lady she was, somewhere around 40, I guessed.In those days computers were new, and in the factory mostly used as text machines. But that.