Chacha ji – Hey bhagwaan lagta hai. Pechle janam mein maine kuch aache karam kiye the. Isiliye is janam mein tu mujhe itna sukh de raha hai. Aaj 2 h...seen aurte mere lund ke liye lad rahi hai.Chacha ji ki baat sunke main aur mummy ji hasne lage. Chacha ji ne mummy ji ke honton ko muh mein bhar liya. Aur unke honton ko chus ke fir mere honton ko chusne lage.Mujhe mummy ji ke muh ka swaad milne laga. Aur fir main kaha peeche rehne wali thi. Chacha ji mummy ji ke honton ko chus rahe the. Aur main. "You tell me you feel ashamed. You use that word a lot so I assume it means something to you. But does it? And if so — what?" Angique sipped her espresso. Its taste reminded her that Italy was far away. She stopped Anna's reaction with a raised hand before going on."Why exactly would you feel ashamed, honey? Is it because you feel you didn't live up to your own standard? That could very well be, you are a proud woman. Or maybe it was because you failed my standard?" Angique smiled. "Anyway,". All the walls were covered in what seemed red satin. Scattered around the room you could find all kind of BDSM equipment. A beautifully built St. Andrews Cross, at least three different types of benches, a sawhorse, a narrow table, a king size bed and even some sort of gynecologist bed. There were also several displayers with all kinds of floggers, whips, crops, paddles, canes, dildos, vibrators, plugs, clamps… all you could think of. There was some kind of a surround sound system, and you. ‘And just exactly what is this compensation package that you have dreamed up?’ Taggart asked at last. ‘I’ve tried to estimate the value of losing my freedom for almost a decade, losing my wife, my home, my reputation, the respect of my parents and friends, and probably any decent employment opportunity. Unfortunately, that number was so astronomically high that I couldn’t conceive of any way you could meet it. So, I’ve settled for quite a bit less. I’ve decided that one million dollars per year.