The strap-on’s were accessories for the clothes he purchased?”Debbie smiled and nodded: “Oh, yes sir. The customer said something about a mother...daughter orgy so he wanted his daughters to look grown-up and their mother dressed as a little girl.”Mr Jackson: “It also says that you have enthusiasm during the weekly female Patriarchy meetings that Mrs Dunkin runs on behalf of the store.”Debbie smiled: “Yes sir. We need the Patriarchy laws to keep women and girls in their place. We need the guiding. I have the same name as the playwright, which is why I just call myself Terence where possible. I am no playwright!" I see. Very well, Terence. I shall not mention your surname, unless necessary. Goodbye for now." George! George Montford!" The Governor's voice could be heard calling, within the confines of the box making company's offices."Over here, Governor!" he shouted back. Bob Kempe made his way through to where George was seated at the office computer. "There you are. You are a hard man. Thodi der baad wo bhi sath dene lagi. Maine ruk bola kab se chahiye the ye sab…..Jab se tumhe dekha haiTo bola kyu nahi kabhi…….Mujhe laga tum sharif ho apni gf ko dhoka nahi dogeAchcha to main sharif nahi hu ye bol kr maine uake right boob ko zor se dabaya uski chikh nikle uske pehle hi maine uake hoto pr hoth rakh diye or fir uako khane laga. Or apna 1 hath uske pyjame main dal kr uaki chut ko sahlane laga .Meri 1 ungki uski chut k ansr dal kr andr bahr kaenw laga. Kitni garam or narm chut. Inspired, Luke slipped his hands to Jackie's taut, naked globes. His hands cupped her, fingers caressing her tense crease, and he pulled her closer."Baby, I want skin," she muttered against the lapel of his robe as his fingers slid across her bare flesh, and her fingers loosened the knot at his waist.His robe fell open and she burrowed inside the folds. Her hands moved on him, roving over his nudity restlessly and inquisitively, first caressing his chest with her palms flattened upon him, then.