Toh inn baton se mujhe thodi se encouragement mili aur meine topic sex pe le gaya aur poocha aap njoy karte ho sex directly. toh woh boli ha sabhi kar...e hai mein kyu nhi karungi aur yeh bolkar woh kitchen mein chali gayi chai banane. Jab who aayi toh meine sofa pe padi blouse utha ke pooch “ Itni badi blouse kya rakhte ho isme” toh unhone bluse mere haathon se le lia aur bola chup rehne..Phir mera mood bann gaya tha toh mein usme mazaak mein poocha ki itna bada blouse toh saaman kaisa hoga... " You interrogate Thornton, with his attorney present, but follow my lead," I answered and grinned. "We'll get him Frank, I'm sure of it."Frank set a large digital tape recorder on the table and turned it on. We were in an interview room at the Police Central Booking building; in the days before political correctness it was an interrogation room."For the record, I am Detective Frank Wends of the St. Louis Police and will be recording this interview. Also present are the perp ... I mean suspect. Eventually Karen asked Dot if we liked to fool around. Dot told her we were very interested in private fun and games.At the house, drinks were poured all around and to break the ice, someone suggested strip poker with the usual rules of undress. Everyone was eager when Karen suggested that the loser of each hand would fix the next round of drinks but in the company of someone else's spouse, in the kitchen...alone. There was a round of applause and hooting and the game began. It was clear. If anything, it was hotter and stickier outside than it had been the previous week, and I wore another tee shirt without giving it much thought. It was hot enough that the subway train system was having some sort of mechanical problems that caused the train to stop abruptly at various points along the route. We had barely arrived at the crossing point when the train shuddered to a stop and it became completely dark inside the train car. Within seconds I felt my shirt pulled from my waist band.