Karen recovered steadily, happy to have proper clothing once Ken returned from town. The pain in her fingers and toes went away the second day, allowi...g her to get up and move around more. She didn't talk much, lost in her own little world, and Kenneth didn't press her.She took over the cooking the third day, improving the fare considerably. Ken talked about his life, and things that were happening, as he went about his chores each day. Karen responded to him sometimes, even relating a story. Aur ungul andher gusada.3 unguli ek sath.mem pat se udi aur usko lapete bed room me chalne laga.thab Sardar ne bola ”muje fi pisap karna hai.thum mera lund pakadke pisap karao.”Mene uska lund pakadkecloset ki tharaf ki aur uska lund se bahuth jor se pisap girne lage.hatham hone bad pani leke uska lund dhulayi kardi.fir room me aayi tha SardarSardar :darling thum godi hojao ek bar peeche se shot marke fir khana khayenge.Mem : ok ji mem ready hum.Yeh kahke hath dono charpoy me rakhe Sardar ka. Of course I'd love to have here some nice girl or boy who would pet me now, compliment me and make me cum - I forced myself not to orgasm for whole week you can imagine how full I'm. But I'm alone here so I try to satisfy my body now, I use to sweaty orgasms with boys and girls but never did myself like this . But why not, I think I deserve some pleasure after such hard workout. I'm caressing my body, smearing sweat pouring from every pore but I feel nice. I love my body, and yes I love my. Sorry.”“Look, am I bothering you?” Maybe she’s just shy at the office.“No.”“OK.” See, this is why I have a no-geek policy; they’re weird.She’s silent for a couple minutes. Then, “Thursday or Monday. I’m at RoboCon all weekend.”“OK. How about I pick you up after work on Thursday?”“OK.” Then she hangs up.I count to 10 before I call back and ask where I should pick her up. I can’t figure this girl out. Ask her about elves and she’ll talk your ear off; ask her to dinner, and it’s one-word answers..