Please leave me. Let me go.” He immediately left grip on me and asked, “I am sorry, bahu. I was not able to control myself. I think I am not lucky...to have you.”I smiled and said, “Kaka, not here. Come to my room. I will go and check and give you a call, then come to my room.”I went to the house from the kitchen entrance and made sure that my in-laws were asleep and gave a call to my servant kaka. My mind had mixed feelings about why a beautiful lady like me called an old servant to the room.. .. er... breast... did not pierce any vital organs; however, she did sustain hairline fractures in her left arm and shoulder from impact with the marble floor of the room.” He swallowed before finishing. “During her struggle with the assassin.”As he turned to the last card, the scene played out in his head again. La Contessa stepping forward, the cart crashing into the support column, a flash brighter than any of the camera flashes, everyone turning.Except him. The assassin. Everyone else heard. “It was a bit of a shock you asking, to be honest.”“I know, I'm not very tactful. Sometimes I just blurt stuff out.”“So, you didn't really mean it?”“Oh, yeah, I meant it, I just didn't know how to gracefully ask, so it just kind of came out.”“Well, it worked out well enough.” By that, I meant that just minutes before, I was gratified, shooting my load of cum into her snug little cunt. But I didn't want to assume it was good for her too, so I added, “well, for me.” Remembering my manners, I. I was away when she called, but when I got home, Mom mentioned she had called and left a phone number, but no address. Curious, I took the slip of paper from my mother’s fingers and picked up the phone. I punched in the number, only to get a response, “Playboy Mansion, can we help you?”“Oops, sorry wrong number,” I said, and hung up. (If I had been really thinking, I would have used The Power to get Hef on the phone, and then I would have been set for life!) Figuring I had screwed up a digit, I.
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