You have 1 hr to fill that bucket to 80L." Slowly, I begin to squat, trying to force the dildo further and further into me. The dildo was solid, forci...g my pussy to confine to its ridges and valleys. Each time a ridge would clear my lips, I would experience a tiny wave of relief before the next ridge forced me wider. When the dildo could go no further, I felt the spring begin to compress. By now I was gasping in pain - his promise of no permanent damage felt as close to the truth as the promise. It was more than friendship but I was sure it wasn’t love. I know I like her and she too likes me. But we don’t love each other even though we enjoy the company of each other. We are just close friends. I kept saying to myself that she is a mother of a child and wife of a dead husband. I should make sure that she doesn’t suffer in future because of me. She asked me what I was thinking about. I didn’t want to discuss that with her. I told her there wasn’t anything. She asked me if she could ask. I was not able to listen there talk as they speak very slow but I got idea that Viju mama was insisting for something and Minu denying it on that compensation she is moving her finger on his hair and chest then Viju mama drag Minu to on him and start massage her back.He also kisses on her earlobes and nick. I was surprised to see that and want to interrupt but thought I must see what going on here. My mama took the turn and now Minu was under him. He was fully on her Minu is looked like. Good bye.” I thumbed the off button.Five minutes later, Karen’s phone rang. “Hello, this is Karen.”It was another call from the bank and was the same woman who had called her before! Karen said, “Miz Thompson, why are you calling? We just addressed this situation a moment ago.” She flipped it to speaker.“My manager, Mister Morris, insisted that I call you back.”I said, “I just got off the phone with Mister Morris. Does the bank have more than one?”“Who are you, Sir?”“I am Brad Gillis, Karen’s.