The paper bits were notes to herself and a couple of phone numbers that I didn't recognize. I made a note of the phone numbers and put everything back...the way it was.Next I looked in the inside pockets. There was nothing at all in one of them. In the other, however, I found something I didn't expect to find. A cell phone. I took it out and looked it over. It didn't look like anything special. It was a popular brand name but didn't have a camera feature or any of the applications that people. Take their television viewing, for instance. She doesn't want them spending too much time in front of tube and she generally monitors what they're watching. She even had me insert a spy cam in the TV room so that we can make sure the babysitters aren't just plunking the k**s in front of the set when they're supposed to be doing other things. I'm in charge of checking the disks. My wife doesn't get along with computers. Usually I check the disk the day after the babysitting session. This last. Such a shame, I would have given a million to have been the one.“Myam, did it hurt when I did that?”“No, mister,” she replied.Sensing some willingness on her part, I decided to venture a little further and pressed the tip of my index finger, still tissue covered, to her vaginal entrance. There, I wiggled it ever so softly inside, just short of the remnants of her cherry.“How did that feel?” I asked her.“It felt okay,” she responded.“Did you like what I did?”“It sort of felt good, but you didn’t. Me: baby this is the life u deserve. From today onwards no more choori and no more sindoor.Pri: jaisa tum kaho janu.I started caressing her back and gave a small. Kiss on her cheek.She shied.She kept her hand on my thigh and pinched on my dick. As a revenge. But it was sweet one though.We ate and went her home.Took all the bags.I emptied the food parcel and she was happy to see what I bought for her it was beer and vodka.She wanted to have.Mami was turning out to be a real badass.She was a.