Mere yah sunte hi main ne kaha k karoon ga but wait and enjoy aur us ko kaha k neechay chalen kiya wo boli k q main ne kaha k maza wahan aaye ga. Wo k...ch na samjhte howe boli k wo kese main ne kaha k chalo to sahi aur wo khari ho aur mere lund ko pakar kar sehlane lagi aur kaha k janu kitna pyara hai tumhar lund main ne kuch ne kaha aur us ne mere lund ko kiss kiya aur lund cap ko mun main lekar choosne lagi Mujhe bohat mazaya aya aur main thora zor dete howe ander ko dabaya to lund adha us k. "It's nice to see you, Mrs. Agard," the young wife responded politely, studying the well-built brunette as she took a seat and fumbled nervously through her handbag for a cigarette. "I didn't know you were an actress." Oh well, I don't know how much acting talent you need to do this kind of thing, honey. Mostly it's a question of having the body for it. And incidentally, please don't call me 'Mrs. Agard' anymore. Now that we're both in the same business, I think that just plain 'Kelly' will do. The top part was easy as he was only wearing a short sleeved shirt with buttons down the chest. The clerk doing the undressing ripped the shirt open revealing the guys thin but not muscular chest. The one situated behind him yanked it off his shoulders and down his back. It hung down from the guys secured hands like a piece of ragged cloth. Sharp scissors were used to remove the garment from him. Wearing only his under pants he was placed back on the bench panting and groaning.We watched as a. I saw a long black skirt that looked goodand grabbed it. With no idea about sizes, I made a complete guess. Ipicked up a white blouse to go with it and now wondered if I could dothe next step, of actually buying it. It didn't seem a foregone conclusion. Ifelt so hot and embarrassed and wanted to be somewhere else.Standing in the queue to pay for it felt like torture. On a busy Saturdayafternoon in Top Shop at Oxford Circus the line went on forever. Theremust have been fifteen people in front of.