After few moments they went out to play. Nidhi was not talking and was looking to TV screen. I was a bit confused. I changed the sofa and sat beside h...r (by this time it was usual for us to sit beside her even closely on sofa).Few moments later keeping eyes on TV screen asked me “Rajveer you brought something for me that I only expect from my hubby”. Her tone was sad. She continued “nobody else should give me something like this”. I told, Sorry , are not those good? Don’t you liked those?:. Meanwhile, I needed someone to help me complete a major board report so I went looking for Fran Stewart. Fran was our graduate trainee, at twenty-two the same age as Connie but otherwise different in almost every respect. Fresh out of St Andrews University, Fran was exceptionally bright and capable and obviously had a great future ahead of her. She hailed from a tiny fishing village on the west coast of Scotland and had the cutest accent to prove it. She stood about five foot seven with a nice. Nothing. Heneeded to go, badly, but it was like he had forgotten how. He tried tovisualise urinating, but he was actually having trouble figuring outwhere it was even supposed to come out.He took a few deep breaths and tried to relax. Suddenly it came gushingout, the sensation quite unlike what he was used to. The whole area wasleft wet and he was even a little damp on his pubic hair, and had to usea piece of toilet paper to wipe himself dry. He should have spread hislegs wider he. She may have thought she could escape. I allowed the fool to wear herself out for about a minute, but only because this was my foreplay; this was how I got aroused.After about a minute she was gasping for air. I took my hand from her mouth for a millisecond to give her a chance to breathe, then before she could scream I quickly covered it again with my big black hand. I said: "Bitch... you better shut the fuck up... or I'm going to cut your ass up." Tears started to form in her eyes, and when.