I was thinking that I imagined it , but now I know.Smita – Also sir, we all eat meat and fish unlike those south indian iyer girls who do not even l...ke a whiff of garlic, let alone egg or meat. yes sir I was trying to squeeze your cock to really see if you could feel anything. So stop always boasting about your dear Thangam.CEO – So the mangalore brahmin bitch is getting back at the tamil iyer mami is it ?Smita – What is mami sir?CEO – That is how we call brahmin ladies in chennai local. “WHAT?”“Daddy has a little Cessna 182. I think they call them Skylane Turbos or something now. It’s old, but really nice. I’ve been flying since I was sixteen.”“Way cool, Tiff. I’m glad. Seriously. Come on, I’ll take you shopping for some clothes for the next few days then to the hotel.”We hit the Boone’s Crossing area, stores galore, and more in malls across the street and down a ways. We had a ball. She took my hand a couple times and swung it like she was having fun.“Charlie, this is going. He lived at the top of house with many stairs. His room had contained stacks of porn magazines and she knew he had a hard for her, but had not wished to be anything other than compassionate and professional. His pain and discomfort had caused her to lift him over her shoulders and return him to his room. She was large and powerful, worked out with weights and as a party piece tore up telephone directories; she liked the attention this brought her.Recently she had driven a bus group for a day. Made it damned hard for me to doze off, too." Do you think he can be convinced to help us?" Rebecca asked. Ioke and Helene had elected not to tell the other women that Jake was on their side. It was, as Thule would probably say, information to be distributed strictly on a need-to-know basis."Maybe," said Helene, a wicked grin on her lips. "I'll know more after tonight." Colleen," said Ioke. "Walk with me to my stateroom, please."Rebecca nodded at the implicit dismissal, "I'm going to see if I.