Then he comes to my room and said how young man, I am very tired coz of late night work so I dont answer any thing and acting that I am I sleeping.The... uncle goes out my room and I locked my door from inside that no one break my sleeping but after one an hour I see that uncle Ashok was still there. I doubt what he is doing there. From key hole I see my mom and uncle was taking tea and talking each other. My mom wear loose blouse in house and her boobs are partially visible to Ashok uncle and I. Marc held dinners for his fiancé as Eric acted as waiter, and as they did this night, Marc acted as waiter for Eric’s dinner with Jill. Marc was an assistant chef where Eric worked, so he was also very adept at preparing the gourmet meals. ‘Dinner is ready Eric,’ Marc said, stepping back so the two diners could walk to the table. As Eric held the chair out for Jill, Marc ceremoniously lit the candles and then disappeared into the kitchen. He quickly returned to serve the salad and refresh their. Her lovely smooth fingers kept feeling my manhood in her hands.She started to pull down my undie with her teeth and used her hands to bring it down. She pulled it down, slowly down my thighs and legs. She kept enjoying the sight of my dick slowly popping out as she pulled down my undie. My dick was touching her chin as she sat there, admiring its sheer size.My thick 7” dick stood firm in front of her eyes. She kept looking at it as she moved down, feeling it in her smooth hands, bringing it. It dawned on me, that I had one possible advisor that might help.When I got home, I checked my address book and dialed the number.“NIS. Special Agent Carston.”“Hey Pete, it’s Steve.”“Steve, what’s up? Why are you calling me at work?”“I need some advice. You know I’ve dated the Russian girl off and on, and I’m friends with her father. They visited me the other day and now the FBI wants to talk to me. I don’t know what to do.”“If you haven’t broken any laws and you aren’t spying, then don’t sweat.