You’ll really be cumming then.” “Oh God, I can’t wait. When?” she asked.“Next week. I’ll see you next week.” I said hearing her restar... her car. “Be sure to clean up your hands, they probably smell like pussy.” “Ha. They do, I rubbed it so hard! Thank you.”The next week she played it cool but I caught her looking at me a few times. On Thursday I had to drive out to survey a site. It was a mall with a closed office in the main mall area and a closed Auto Nation car dealership on the far side of. Her family is one of our biggest customers and has approximately bought 3 cars from our dealership.This north Indian housewife is a very fancy and stylish woman. Whenever she used to come to the showroom for some work or other stuff, she used to wear jumpsuits, jeans, skin-tight leggings etc. Preeti was very revealing too, she always showed everyone her cleavage. One day, I got a call from the service department asking me if I could pick up one of our client’s cars from their house and get it. This was from my 2001 computer and because I didn't have the right virus protection I lost all the pix she sent me,bummer,wish I had those now. She wanted me to do the same thing and had me convinced to go to the mall and pee inside my jeans and take pictures and send them to her,so after about 3 weeks of talking me into this wild fetish,I agreed to go to the mall with my blue jeans on,I drank a lot of water so it wasn't going to be too tough to just stand there and let myself go,I got as far. Sayuna let out a gasp as he pulled her left leg out so now the bar was horizontal to the floor. Despite the soft fur, the handcuffs dug into her wrists as she struggled to find the floor. The tips of her sandals managed to meet the stone, with her toes were able to take some of the weight off her cuffed wrists. Sayuna’s arms were stretched out, standing on her toes with legs immobile and spread wide apart. Her high stiletto heels useless a full inch off the floor. Through her rapid breathing,.