”Ami uthe bose amar blouse ta khule phellam aar tar por braer hook khulte khulte Amit ke bollam, “tue tor jama khule ne.” Amit nijer jama khule ...hello aar chunre dire phele dilo. Jama khule amar blouse aar bra amar ga theke khulete khule dilo aar bollo, “ami tor mai gulo te chumu khete chai aar tar tor nipple gulo chuste chai jato khan na tor dudh beroe.” Amit amar mukhe chumu khete khete niche nabto laglo. Amar gola, mai pete aar tar po sayar oopore ese ruklo. Amar gud theke ras kat te suru. "What's the worst that could happen?" Well...I don't know...I guess as one of the firm's clients, Margo could leave and take her business elsewhere." And if she did that, do you think the senior partners would blame you?" No, I guess not. They wouldn't be happy about losing her business, but its not like the firm couldn't survive with out it. I think they would realize that Margo was just being vindictive and trying to hurt me, if she actually did that." Well then, if that's the worst she could. Returning to the guys table I felt a hand on my elbow. Turning around I saw Gigi standing there with her friends. She looked stunning in her mini dress. She was so hot and sexy she took my breath away. "Do you want to dance?" she said. How could I refuse? We headed to the dance floor. Soon we were kissing and caressing. We danced several more dances. "We need to go," Gigi told me. Back at the table Gigi whispered to Sandra. I guessed she told her that the two of us were leaving. We grabbed a. It could have been different." As he spoke, she felt the caress of his hand on her breast. But it was unusual, it was soft and tender. There was emotion on the other end of that hand, thought Miss F. Maybe she would be safe after all. His hand moved slowly over her breast, softly fondling her lovely mounds. Her nipples were hard and tight, and his fingers gently squeezed them. Slowly his hand moved down her abdomen and over her stomach, going lower. Miss F shivered as he groped her body. Her.