She had been hotter, much hotter; soaking in a hard earned sweat, only a few hours previously.Gradually, images crowded past her boredom, casting asid... her discomfort. They replaced it with the welcome distraction of the memory of the touching of her breasts. An uncontrolled shiver up her spine, as her nipples hardened at this welcomed recollection. A smile of remembered satisfaction curled at the edges of her mouth, as she drew a fingertip across the lingering bead of sweat that hung suspended. A man got out without her child, holding a shotgun. She showed Dave."Call him and tell him to drop any weapons he has. If you don't, and I shoot him, my son better be in that van. If he isn't, you're about to live a very painful existence."Dave believed her. He called, telling his partner to stow the weapons and bring the child.The other man was huge, burly with muscles. He was smiling until he saw Dave with bloody towels over his foot and the woman holding the pistol."That's right, sugar, just. It was a long time I met her and when I finally met her today,I couldn’t take my eyes off her.She was all grown up beautiful and sexy girl.She spoke for a while with me.Then uncle showed me my room where I got settled and went to take a shower.Ananya’s picture was not getting out of my head.She is a 21years old,5ft 7inch tall girl with a perfectly maintained 34-37-34 figure(got to know it later)with flesh at the right parts of her body.She was on hell of a bombshell.She looked a little similar. I walked in dressed in very smart business suit, collar and tie as someone would who was going to speak on the state of the economy with twelve pairs of eyes were focused on me.“I am sorry ladies, I seem to have misplaced my speech papers,” I smiled.Then on cue Anni started to play some loud, recorded music with a big beat.“Hot in here isn’t it?” I teased as shrugged out of my coat, then my shirt.By now the women were starting to cheer and catcall.I strutted around the room as a tease and to.