After all, I might be grateful for what they were doing for me buttwo years in a living hell had taught me that it was far better to becareful than ju...t go into something blind. So, with my bottle of waterin hand I did a slow circuit of the office.Since I had been sitting at it, Keith Mathews' desk was first. Hedidn't have very much in the way of personal effects, just a smallframed picture of two older people who must have been his parents andthe SFPD coffee mug he'd used. The other two desks. .main vi maan gaya,,Us din raat me gharme koi nahi tha to maine apne dost ko ghar bulaya,,aur usko mere patni ke samnehi bola ja mere patni ko kachcha chabale mere samne,aur mere dost wasahi kiya,dost apne haaton se mere patni kapra utar di aur uski dudh dabane laga aur chusne laga,,sofa me laitake mere biwi nangi karke uski chut ko chaat ne laga,,aur avi mere patnivi out of control ho gya,,mere dost ki sar pakarke uski muh chut me ghisti rahi,,uske baad meri biwi uski muh me baith ke apne. Five long minutes later, he was holding ... and reading ... the last page.Mitch reached for the lemonade next to his chair. He took a sip and put it back. Almost carefully, he picked up the sheaf of pages and held them by the sides, tapping them on his knee to straighten them and get them all into a neat pile. He laid them beside the glass of lemonade and looked up at Kris."So, you're going to write this story," he said."I'm just thinking about it right now," said Kris carefully. "I need to. “With your left hand; brush your hair back.” He whispered. Hilary slowly brushed her long soft hair back out of her face, letting it fall behind her, and d**** around her neck, and shoulders. Her soft green eyes shifted slightly towards the man’s face, her face looking straight ahead. She took a slow breath through her teeth feeling the man’s strong fingers plunge gently into her slit. “You’re a very beautiful young woman. I am going to enjoy this.” He declared. Hilary smiled at the remark,.