“If they raped you we need to call the police and report it.”“NO! You can’t!” She knew if she accused them of rape the videos would come out...and it would be over for her.“So it wasn’t rape?”“I don’t want to talk about it.” Charles just looked at her for a long moment.“It’s a shame you’re willing to throw away your career for a couple of boys,” he said pulling his feet inside the car to shut the door. “I hear that you’re being considered for assistant principal at Thurman.”“WHAT?!? Who told you. That outfit is sick.”She laughed and said, “What do you mean?”Then she sat on my couch and looked at me and then she leaned back and stretched. Mere words fail me as I try to think of ways to describe what was sitting in front of me. She is about 5’6 inches tall and aptly described as thick as a Snicker Bar. She had on a baby blue cotton sweat suit that hugged every inch of her voluptuous body. The sweat top was zippered about half way down her and barely contained her 36 DD breasts and then as. Her entire body was shaking my jerksD: mera kutta pati nahi chodta haaaiii to in randiyo ke sath milke gajar muli aahhaa aur na jane kya kya ghusa liya hai mene isme aaha haaaa aaj apne bete ka land bhi dalva liya hai haaaaiiiii aahaaha aaahaaaaHer boobs were shaking in front of my eyes and then I saw her mangalsutra lying on her neck I garbed it with one hand started pullingMe: dekh maa tera patta pakad ke chod raha hu tuje ab me hu is kutiya ka malikD: haaaaah aaah ha tu hi hai mera malik. It was a shame she couldn’t see me. ‘Well it does work sometimes.’ she insisted. ‘Yeah, if Jerry and Blevins are behind you,’ I commented. ‘Seriously why do you need me for a party?’ ‘It’s a girlie party and we don’t have a girlie informant.’ ‘Margie is throwing a gay bash, and you want me to infiltrate it. Real nice Bostic.’ I snapped. ‘Maxine, they laid in a lot of Russian Vodka. I thought in light of your granny client, you might want to know what that’s all about.’ ‘Why would they come here.