“Ooh, ooh!” I gasped, grabbing a pink-headed wand massager. Its packaging wasn't like the ones you'd find in a normal department store. It wasn't ...retending to be used to massage muscles, but pussies. “I hear these make you cum hard. You should have your husband use this one on you. Here, grab one for yourself, too. Tonya's going to pay for it. Right, Tonya.”“Yes, Kimberly,” she said. I didn't let her use my nickname.Then we moved onto the BDSM section. It had leather masks and all sorts of. Ani majak maskari sudha karto amachya roomsadthi comman bathroom ahe. Ek divas ti angol karat asatana mi tila hak marali ‘kon ahe aat’ ti manali mi tuzi vahini ahe ani me tambalo pan manat vichar karu lagalo ki ti kay karat asavi titkyat ti baher ali ani bagato tar kay wooo god mi tila pahilynda tiche adha nagn uroj gol gol ani gore gore baghatach maza sonya tait zala ani ticha angavan pani jat hote te mala jastach atract kele.dusarya divasi tine mala vicharale ki tu lagna kadhi karanar ahes mi. “How are things with Sharice?” I asked.“We want to get married, but it’s tough because I’m in school and I still live at home.”“What’s Sharice doing?” I asked.“She’s going to start working on a two-year associate’s degree. That will let her be a teaching assistant. It’s something she can do even after we have kids because she’d be home the same time they were.”“So three years, then?” I asked.“Probably, though my dad offered to help us if we wanted to get married sooner. I’m just not sure that’s. "This time, you're a sexratery. Doesn't that sound like fun?" Sure," Kathy said warily as she slipped on the black stockings.Kathy was pleased by the conservative young business woman that looked back at her from the room's full-length mirror.Mrs. Potter had pulled her hair up off her neck and added a pair of glasses to give her a more "serious" look.The short navy toreador-styled jacket framed her budding breasts which were linked from nipple to nipple by a simple gold chain. The matching.