Now she had to go and tell Josh she was leaving. As Jenna got closer to the house she shared with Josh the more anxiety worked at her stomach. ‘Wha... am I going to say?’ she asked herself over and over. Decided that she would just tell him flat out she was leaving. Pulling the car into the driveway, she got out and strode in the back door. Dropping her purse and keys on the counter and stopping at the hall closet she pulled out her suitcases. She often wondered why she had never taken them to. . Aahhhhh.. Koro. Meshooo… tumi ki bhaalo….ami parchi na..amar kemon jeno lagche.. Okhane pipare kamrachche…kichu dhokate hobe…amay tumi mere felo..amar sarir kemon korchhe …’eyi bole shreya tar chotto sarir ta khater upar ghasta te laglo..aar deri na kare lekhar table theke tablet ar pata ta theke akta niye or guder bhetor alto kare bhore dilam ..abar nischinta..tar por ky jelly kichhu ta niye or guude lagalam..pa dhore khater kinarai niye aar or duyi payer majhe amar khara bara niye dariye. I collapse and whimper, trembling on top of you as you run your fingers through my hair, trying to catch your breath. I look up at you and squeeze my hot little pussy around you, making you buck softly. ‘Fuck, baby…’ you grin and kiss me gently. ‘You’re definitely on Daddy’s good list.’ I giggle and rest my head on your chest, sighing contentedly. ‘Merry Christmas, Daddy. I love you.’ You rub my back and sigh. ‘I love you too, my naughty little princess.’ ‘What Santa doesn’t know, won’t hurt. 8. Tomorrow, just wear pantyhose no panties. I would like you to cut out the gusset this evening with your scissors.I have a conference call at 9 am and will need you to be in my office 5 minutes before that.My excitement level was VERY high and I had too imagine it was for her too. My heart was racing as I drove to work the next day. Time seemed to crawl. I saw her arrive at 8:30, her dress seemed to be a bit tighter than she normally wore. Like clock work there was a small knock and she.