Always meticulous with her appearance, she strongly believedthat ?one?s appearance is how one is initially judged and firstimpressions are lasting imp...essions.?Her obsession with appearance extended to her hair. As a formercosmetologist, she never left the house with a hair out of place.Although she was no longer a professional hairdresser, she retained apassion for it. The hairstyling books and magazines scattered about thehouse were testament to her fixation with hair. She readily learned. "I'm impressedby the quality and the speed with which you did them, Brit," I finished.She blushed and mumbled that it was all in a day's work and that she hadenjoyed the challenge. I showed Brit her new office and she loved thesize and that she had a great view over the river. I asked if there wasanything missing but she assured me that apart from an additionalbookcase for her legal tomes she had all she needed. As we were chattingabout office protocols Carol called through that my visitor had. Kuch der bad mami normal hue to maine apna hath unke muh se hataya. Hatate hi wo badbdane lagi “sala meri bur ka chokha bana diya itna dard to mujhe pahli bar me v nahi hue thi” itne maine dusra dhaka mara to wo aur jor se chikhi aur apna sar aur hath pair patkne lagi aur kahne lagi ki plz viren mujhe chhor do mujhe nahi chodwana hai. Is dhake ke sath mera 8” lund unke chut me chala gaya tha wo machhli ki tarh tarp rahi thi aaah viren mujhe chod do main mar jaungi agar main mar gai to tum mujhe. I poured the oil over her breasts and her stomach. I stood behind her and worked my hands all over her stomach and then all the way up to her neck. I spent time on each one of her breasts. Kneading them, squeezing them together and then back down to her stomach. “Bobby, that feels so good. I’m feeling things I haven’t felt in years. You have the best hands.” I continued to massage her breasts and her breast bone. She was moaning and groaning and loving the attention. I couldn’t stand it anymore.