Ami: eboudi, aj tomake bhalo kore lokhyo korlam. Tumi dekhte khub sundorfBoudi: eta to ami-o jani, ami sudhu sundori noi, bhison sexy-o. Ta tor ...unu ta ke eto kosto dichish keno? Bath room-e giye shanto kore fellei to parishfAmi: eobhoy dao to boli je tumi shanto kore dao na pleasefBoudi: etor sahos to kom na, amake bolchis ei kotha?fEi bole boudi amake joriye dhore or patla bhije misti thot diye ekta chumu khelo amar thote. Amar puro sorir shihorone kepe uthlo, ar ei sujoge amar hat. ‘And then you started in on ‘special training’ with Gina. And I knew you couldn’t be fucking Gina. She was practically a nun. But every day, she walked out of your office with that same stupid grin Staci wore–and Staci, she was smiling like that practically non-stop by then. Chewing gum on the job, giggling like a schoolgirl and flirting with all her clients…of course, she’s a natural blonde. You didn’t need to make her dye it.’ Lori jabbed the gun at him just a little. ‘Because it was you,. I know how you are." Andrew; I, oh, never mind. This is not a good idea."Andrew moved up close standing just to the side. I again saw the out line of his manhood and I swear it was beginning to push out ward. His cock was getting hard. For some reason Andrew was getting aroused. Was it me, was it the fact that I was confused and could not come to the point. Again the thought of Sweet little Carol sucking my son and swallowing his semen came into my head. My God what were these kids coming to. It was an expensive affair,but as a rule members of the Society were people of means, and Mark expected his$5,000US "invitation" would prove a bargain. As his eyes scanned the scene before him, Mark spotted the largestdisplays near the rear. They would have to be the Benson gallery, and of coursethe Farrell Clinic's pavilion. In a back corner next to Benson's the open spaceof the livestock paddock was unmistakable, bustling with activity. But among thelanes and avenues of smaller booths his eye.