It felt very different, but in an exciting way, as she walked to the train station. The breezes tickled her sensitive parts under the medium length dr...ss.Ushered into the office of a senior partner, she knew the right questions to ask, the right answers to give, and when to expect to take off her dress and lie back on the well-worn leather couch. Even though the man who was on top of her was not nearly as physically attractive as her husband, he had a very good tool and knew how to use it for. Uncle ne kaha kya hua mummy ne kaha dard hua uncle ne haste hue kaha itna mota lund gand me le leti hai aap aur ungli se dard hota hai mummy ne kaha dard ho raha hai uncle ne kaha dekhiye maine aapse pahle hi kaha tha mujhe bas yehi chaiye aapka ab aap mana mat kijiye uncle ne kas ke kamar pakda aur mummy ke gand ke ched me ungli ko aur dal diya mummy tilmilane lagi aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh chordiye naaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa karne lagi uncle mummy ke is dard me anand bhog rahe the unhone. I may well disagree with her course of action but I will fight, with every breath in my body, that she should be free to make that choice. Which is probably not exactly what Voltaire had in mind when he made his famous statement I would suppose?" Could you not accompany her to Geneva? Your presence there might dissuade her from doing anything ... err ... foolish."She shook her head emphatically. "No, I am an Englishwoman, and I do not appreciate foreign climes. My French is weak, my German. “You?” “The ribeye, medium rare . . . ” I stammered, intimidated by her harsh tone. “Didn’t hear you?” she frowned. I repeated my order, then said: “And . . . mm . . . could I have the Béarnaise sauce on the side?" I smiled broadly. "I love that sauce." "No," she said, snatched my menu, and left. Her treatment of me brought up some feelings of insecurity. Should I complain to the manager? I’ve never experienced a waiter being so rude to me. Later, carrying our four entrees on her arms,.