It was salty, but I liked the taste of her sweat. She climbed over me keeping that position and she was sitting on my stomach. I kept one of my hand o... her navel and another on her back. Her nighty was wet due to the sweat.I kissed on her lips and she responded back. We started to smooch and her hairs are disturbing between lips. She was laying over me with her complete weight. Her nighty sided upside when she stretched her body down. My lungi completely moved down and my erect cock was. She used to wear nighty which is of a very thin or transparent. While serving food she used to come very close in such a way that her pussy touches my thigh or my hand. I used to fold my leg even when sit on chair so my knee will be little high so she brushes her pussy and stand still in the same position for some time even she finishes serving also, so all this made me to start thinking whether is she doing intentionally or accidental, I started looking at her very often I used to glance at,. She started to get up, one of the shoulder straps on her gown falling to her side, nearly revealing her perfect breasts. "What are you doing?!" He started to unzip his pants, as she crawled backwards, and he grabbed her by the hair again and forced her onto her knees."I told you, you've been really pissing me off, and now it's time for your punishment." He pulled down his boxers, leaving his shirt on, and it literally fell on her face, hitting her."Stop! What are you doing?" SHUT UP AND PUT IT. * * *Technology is driven by necessity and what is most necessary is is often determined by the rich and powerful. During the wars in the Middle East, a necessity arose for a technology of advanced interrogation. The result was a special recording chip that could be surreptitiously implanted in the brains of captured terror suspects. Unobtrusive and undetectable, they recorded and transcribed the thoughts of prisoners 24/7, including during interrogation sessions. The resulting texts.