Baad hi katrina ka saree wala song aa gaya jisme akshay aur katrina saree me bheegte hain mera lund khada ho gaya maine jaan boojh ke channel nhi badl... tab tak wo chaay le aayi aur tv Ki taraf dekh ke thoda sharmayi maine channel nhi badla mera sar ghum reha tha ek nasha sa aa reha tha main bola bhabhi aaj kal katrina kaafi hit hai naa usne kaha haan maine bola kaafi sunder bhi hai naa wo boli haan main phir bola is saree me kitni hott lag rehi hai na uska gora chehra laal ho gaya maine himmat. "No sweetie, I just buy what I need. As far as I'm concerned it's just a couple of yards of cloth," I had her in checkmate with that answer. It was just far too logical for her to challenge further."So Gwen, how about we stop for some coffee at Hardee's or MeDonald's which ever we come across first?" I asked it while I waited for the cashier to ring my purchases."Sure why not, it isn't like we had real jobs to go to," she commented."That will be three hundred and twelve dollars and eleven. Her right leg tenses up and starts to quiver. She is close to cumming. I can’t allow her to cum. I need her to know that she can trust me. And, that I would never ask anything of her that she isn’t capable of. I want her to know, I would never purposely set her up to fail. “Stop now, M,” I order. M stops moving her fingers, her two fingers stay buried inside her. She holds her breath. “Rub your clit very slowly, M,” I order. She obeys, her finger barely touches it. “Take your fingers out. This could be a major lead." Well count me out, Mister Penrose. Chances are is that there'll be some nasty people involved in anything like this. I'm looking to live a nice quiet life from now on, a nice LONG quiet life." Alright, Chalky. You've made your point. If you hear any more about this though, be sure to let me know." Of course, Mister Penrose." He stood up and waited expectantly. Jim fished a couple of twenty pound notes out of his wallet and passed them across. A sharp whistle blew.