He was a bit taller than me which made him over 6 feet, had darker skin and a trimmed beard and mustache. So I asked where he was from and he said he...was here from Pakistan. I asked him if they had stores like this in Pakistan and he smiled a bright smiled and assured me that, “No, this would not be permitted in his country.” Knowing that if he was Arabic, he was very close to his family so I asked him if his family knows where he works. He blushed and told me that there is no way he would. I could..." I whispered.He carried on his confession, "I dream about such a world, where a woman feeds her lover or husband so much milk that he does not have to eat other food..."I became totally flushed. I enveloped my dear husband in my pheromone cloud and I followed him happily." ... Only her milk," I finished his sentence.I was so enthusiastic to grant his fantasy, "Honey, you'll get my milk as long as you live on the Earth. You don't have to dream about such a thing and about another. Maybe she just likes to eat out girls. Probably both, though.“I think she is going to pass out,” Chloe says between two moans.“Oh, no you don’t,” Daniel says. He grabs Chloe’s shoulders and brings her up to her feet. He has to support her. She is just too shaken up to stand on her own. "You won't pass out before you've satisfied my girl, too," Daniel explains.Chloe is surprised, she was pretty close herself but, in the end, doesn’t mind. She trusts Daniel. She has to since he is the one that. Ruby held the ripped work shirt and marveled that he could tear it just by flexing his muscles.There was a knock at the door. "Don't let whoever it is inside." Ruby hissed, "We can't let people know I'm living with you. After we are married it won't matter, but until then nobody needs to know."Jimmy thought it was foolishness but he agreed to continue the charade. He decided he would never understand women. He went to the door and opened it to find Wally standing there."Here!" the reporter.