Wayse bhi main hamari koi baat use dhoond kar batane wali nahi hoon, ghabraao mat.Naveen mere honto ke paas akar bolo: Waise kaunsi baat batane ki baa... kar rahi ho?Main thodi peeche hati aur boli: Yahi sab jo subah hua aur ab shayad hone wala hai.Naveen: To fir door kyu ja rahi ho, paas aona.Main: Tumhe kya lagta hai ki main itni asaani se hath aa jaungi?Naveen mere jango par apna hath rakhta hua bola: Subah to khud hi aa gayi thi?Main: Kya karu tumse kaam jo nikalwani thi.Naveen: To ab kya. "This is what I want for breakfast" I said and dropped to my knees between her legs,"Oh no Jamie don't" she tried to pull me back up to my feet, "No darling, I've not showered yet, I'm all sweaty and horrible!" Sweaty yes" I said with a chuckle, "Horrible, never!" and kissed the slightly stubbly mound above her sex."Jamie, oh God, you're insatiable" she giggled as my tongue parted the folds of her cunt. Her fragrance filled my nostrils like an aphrodisiac inflaming me, arousing me, as if I. I own it and have six people that work for me. Whatever you think I’m not leasing the apartment I live in.’ ‘What do you mean?’ Amy asked. ‘When I moved back to town I bought the building,’ I explained. Amy blurted out, ‘But, how?’ ‘I will only tell you this one time and ask that we don’t speak of it again. Amy, I was both a good and a smart escort. I averaged one to three thousand dollars a week and invested my monies. I couldn’t let everyone know my worth because they would wonder where it. We picked out items together from catalogues. Cindy loved to model them for me as well as for our black male friends when we had the chance. "Anything else, Leroy?" "Yeah. I told the guys that Cindy is a good dancer. Maybe she might dance for us, you know, like in a club? They'd appreciate it." My wife was a good dancer. In fact, she had learned the old fashioned art of striptease after I told her about the burlesque houses I frequented in my youth. We acquired a tape of old strip tunes for the.