Don't be the kind of girl who takes it on the chin and just ignores his cheating. You're too good for that." I say. Emma fights back her tears and say..., "I know Sam. You're right. But it's just, we were so perfect once. Why can't we just go back to the way things were? Did I do something wrong? Am I not enough?" I feel a tug at my heart. Of course she's enough. She's fucking beautiful. I wipe away a tear running down her cheek and open my arms. Emma half smiles and leans into me, wrapping her. It was during the annual performance review time. I was expecting a normal pay increase as I didn’t do a great job. My boss called me for the review and he was explaining how bad my performance was. He finally said, “You should have the mentality to do ‘anything’. Only then I can give you a pay increase.” I immediately said, “Yes sir, I have. I am ready to do anything.” It came out bad. He stopped for a moment and clarified – “You will do anything?”I replied, “Yes sir, anything. And my mom was of 39 56 36 32 38, i am the only child of my parents an d my dadaji was 67 , he is thin black and 54.. Now coming to the story it all happen when due to some festival we all went to village as dadali only stay there and my exams are also over we all are very happy in the night i have to sleep with dadaji as there are only 2 rooms there.. As t z a village we slept by 8pm only.. In night around 4 i woke up for toilet hen i came back i saw something amazing.. Dadalis lungi was open. They knew that the waitresses weren't genetic girls. If anything, that seemed to make them even ruder. They'd reach out to pinch us or grab our butts as we walked by, often while their wives were grinning. We looked positively conservative compared to some of their garishly bleached, helmet-haired, and overly made up wives or trashy rent-a-girlfriends. Because the tips were so fat, we put up with their behavior. Besides, if we said anything to the customers, we'd be fired. If we wanted huge.