I just couldn’t resist the temptation and reached down to pick them up, the soft cotton felt good in my hand and I opened them up putting the gusset...up to my nose, OMG it was like an instant erection as the musky smell filled my head, damn they nearly knocked me out.Smelling her knickers put me in a wicked mood and opening them up I was trying to imagine what they would feel like against my skin but knew there was no way they would fit me, now I am not a big lad but Bev was even smaller but I. . want into my panties? I mean ... do you want to fuck me now? Because if you’re Dictator ... well, there’s no one to overrule you, is there? I’d better be on your good side first, right? If my bosses don’t like me fucking my interviewee in this case, they can piss off ... or kiss my ass!” the reporter, an Irishwoman named Fíadh O’Mellan, now pressed her case to me, not that I was likely to resist her charms.For one thing, fucking a TV journalist on a live broadcast, with the camera crew forced. Yogita aunty was well aware of Pratik's affair and she like his girl friend also. He told me to wait in his house since Yogita aunty was to go out and gaswalla was expected to come there with the new gas cylinder. I told him that I will stay back, since I do not have any work. Pratik then after talking to Yogita aunty, left home after some time, I needed to go to loo and went towards the toilet and I opened the door and was literally dumb shocked. Yogita aunty was seating on the commode and. “I also hear how busy you are. All of your ladies are terrified of what might happen to you.”“I’m allowing them to stay with me,” I said. “But it’s a bit hard during sleep training.”I finished off the last piece of bacon and set the plate down on a table just inside the door to the sleep training room. My gaze probably showed a bit of trepidation as I walked over to the trainer and climbed in.“Mark?” I heard Ashley cry out.“I’ll be out in about two hours. I need to take this training before we.