”“Andy, you are a literalist.”“Marilyn made the same accusation.”“Well, if Miss Grant says so, it must be correct. And, in your case, it�...s not an accusation; it’s an observation.”“She introduced Beverly as her ‘little sister.’ Beverly isn’t tall, but she’s much taller than Marilyn -- as who isn’t?”“There is that, but she’s using the term metaphorically. Not even that. Sorority girls use it as a technical term. I must say, that if Miss Grant exceeds my memory of coeds, she overwhelms my memory. Then she made two medium whiskey pegs and asked me “water, soda or soft drink. Water, soft drink ka kya kaam” I said Bade josh me lagte ho” she again asked. I just smiled and took a big sip of my glass and then went nearer to her and put my hand on her boobs.she didn’t objected or shown any sign of irritation. Instead went on to sip her whiskey. I also went on to explore her boobs with my one hand and found that she had larger and softer boobs then I anticipated and could feel the big and hard. She started softly playfully giving me nibble like kisses to my neck. She could have done that all day for all I cared. It felt divine. “You are a horny little cunt, aren’t you.” She fastened the choker to my neck. “You know that this is a shock collar. It’s not just pretty. It will knock you on your ass if you get out of line or try to flee.” I could not hide how Charlotte’s attention had aroused me. My cock was getting stiff. “What do we have here.” She gave my balls a firm squeeze eliciting. She had undone the buttons on her shirt exposing her bra and was pulling up on her skirt as she looked into the phone with a sultry look that made her look even better than I had remembered. "Ohhhhh My GOD!" Kelli screamed. "You have to see this next one. She's getting way into it". Kelli was right. Jessica had seated her ass down into a big cushy leather conference room chair, pulled her bra up exposing two magnificent breast with puffy pink nipples and perfect aureolas. One hand was holding.