Madam emcheymante aapani chestadu . Vadu nannu choosi orey eeroju nunchi nuvvu maa intiki anni panulu chese oka banisala panicheyali annadu naku chala...happyga anipinchindi algenayyagaru meeku meeintlo andariki nenu slavela panichestanu eeroje ippude panilo join aipoyanu annanu adira kukka ala maa matalaku eduru cheppa kunda nenu ma wife kasturidevigaru , ma daughter susmitadevi garu maa son rajavinodkhanna gariki nuvvu personal slave laga pani cheyali annaru nenu sare ayyagaru ani lopaliki. . so you'll have to trust me here. Remember. I know what you've got here," and she tapped the book, "and I know why. If you want me to trust you, you'll have to trust me. Understood?" Her employee nodded again, slower this time. What would she want her to do with the torn cloth? She was only a modest seamstress, and she couldn't imagine what else the strips were for. "Stand up, please." the Boss stood herself and looked sternly down at the woman. She quickly hopped to her feet. "Good." Her boss. I shook where I stood. He explained to me that he felt I was the perfect model for some of these iconic women who defied the popular image of voluptuous glamorous beauty. He saw how tiny I was, that I wasn’t voluptuous, nevertheless, he asked me to pose for his drawings and I did so without hesitation.My heart was racing with excitement and felt like it was going to explode in my chest. He maintained eye contact with me the entire time and listened intently to every one of my words as I. I gave her a little kiss on the lips and said “good night mom”. My hand went around her back and pulled her toward me for the hug. I was right, her back was bare and I knew her naked pussy was only inches away from my cock. She willingly moved toward me for a little embrace and our chests touched. Her nightie was completely open! I felt her nipples up against my chest. I was almost out of control. I kissed her on the lips again and she returned the kiss. My hand once again moved down her back,.