But, being me, I don't: instead, I tweak your nipple just as you finally get your mouth around the salad. You jerk at my pinching, twisting touch, and...that's enough to spill a little leaf. A shudder runs through you, and I can see you repress an urge to complain of the unfairness of that trick - a good choice for you, my darling bitch, it is after all rude to talk with your mouth full. Remembering your manners does nothing to shield you from punishment for being a messy eater, of course: a. “Well, I was and this is it. I guess I’m celebrating two things; my new freedom and your fine company.” I sat on the couch as she handed me my glass.“Flattery, hmm, I could get used to that.” She giggled and sat facing me. “Cheers Bro’, here’s to freedom…and fine company!” We touched glasses and drank to the toast. “You’re looking better than you sounded an hour ago.”“I am indeed. You have a way of making me happy. If you weren’t my sister, I’d date you in a heartbeat.” She raised her eyebrows. "You could say that." In any event, it is lovely and suits you." Thank you, Your Roy? Geoff. I appreciate that."She had said it so matter-of-factly, as though she hadn't even beenaware of the change in her speech. Geoff immediately noted the broadvowels, clipped consonants and sibilant "c". lifted an eyebrow."Why did you do that just now?" Do what?" That. The accent. It was like you turned a switch and suddenly, yousounded? well, British."She looked puzzled a moment. She shrugged her shoulders. Placed her on my bed, kissing her slowly, I lay on top of her. Our bodies slowly caressing eachother’s like snakes-mating. Suddenly my phone rang and I got an emergency call from my boss, calling me to office. So I had to stop and get out with a hardon and leave for work and ask her to carry on with her chores. She finished her work and started masturbating in my bed instead of returning to her home. And when I came back home after work, she saw me and came by and said “Namaste bhaiyya, kya.