I know you are at dinner and you can't have your phonewith you at dinner which is why I am leaving you a voicemail. I willtalk to you later. Bye."Be...h sat on her bed re-listening to his message. She had severalthoughts about Brad's message. First, she was surprised at the lack ofaffection in his voice. Brad and old Beth had been dating for over ayear. There was no hi baby/honey/sweetie, etc. He didn't say I loveyou. Second, he knew the house rules prohibited cell phones at thedinner. His tongue first tickled all around each nipple before flicking the nipple itself. My breasts were sensitive to start with but all this attention really made them sensitive. When Jon started to suck my nipples, I almost had an orgasm. Jon moved lower, kissing and licking his way to my navel and on down to my pubic hair. He kissed and licked his way all around the edge of my pubic hair before moving down the outside of one thigh to my knee. He then moved on down to my toes which he kissed. "Mr. Bennett, you're always an early bird, but this a first," Floyd said as Frank walked into the area. "I heard the elevator bell. I couldn't imagine who it could be." Got to get an early start on the forecast," Frank told him. "I've got personal business on Thursday, so I've got to buy some time today and tomorrow." It's never done, is it?" Floyd sympathized as they made their way to Frank's office."You mean work, or personal business?" Frank bantered back. Floyd laughed. "The answer is 'yes'. Meri legs or meri pith or mere gol chutron per aab kafi sara oil Sir dal chuke the.Or aab tino apne hatho se meri puri back side ka massage ker rahe the.Raj uncle meri legs ki teraf baithe huye the is liye wo mere chutron per gol gol hath ghuma rahe the.Kabhi kabhi unki finger meri gand ke ched ko touch ker jati.Maine unka sath de rahi thi apne chuter upper ki or utha rahi thi.Mujh se reha nahi gya or maine apne ghutno per jhuk gai or ghori ban gai.Sir ne thora or oil meri gand ki line ke upper.