Now wouldn't that be a change?'The 'poison bait' was now working its way through the eighth and ninth tier of the political structure and the best par... was watching the 'Old Guard' trying to stop the flood.The horns of 'Shame', as the 'boils' has been nicknamed - thanks to a diligent 'whisper campaign' - were starting to show up in the business sectors. What was the most hilarious though, was watching Bank CEO's, on down to Jr. VP's, wearing 'hats' indoors. It was looking like business would be. It was wild. I paid them B3,000 each when they left. I had left Thailand and returned home. Being bored I had found a Personal Contact site for Bangkok and looking through I saw a profile for someone who was into light bondage. That sounded like fun so I tagged it. One my next tip I checked again the profile was still there so I rang. “I” sounded pleasant enough so I made a price (B3,000) and a time. She arrived on time, as they seem to do. I opened the door and was pleasantly surprised to find. I slowly and ever so gently began rocking my lund back and forth against her clit. My cock gently parted her cunt lips wider as I watched my lund slip deeper into her wet pussy. It was so incredibly smooth and slick. It felt hot and moist against the underside my hot pulsing penis. My half lund was into her warm moist canal. I moved it so slowly up and down, exploring the depth of her inflamed pussy. …she started moaning saheb dhire dhire karna..bhut maja araha hai. she pulled my face on her. Not on that particular subject matter. For the most part, I thought the two of us had been doing really well, rapidly developing a loving, exclusive relationship while putting Juni's past lifestyle behind us.But I certainly avoided ever joking about it, and her past way of life hadn't been something she seemed to want very often to touch upon, either.Sitting in the Cooper at BWI wasn't the best possible time to examine the issue. I covered up the cloudy expression that I probably had on my face.