Neha Patel, woh is apartment main rahti hai. Uska textile ka kafi bada import export ka business hai. Yun to thodi moti hai par kafi madatgaar hai. Ma...n sochne lagi ki kyu na Akash ke liye usse koi baat karu job ki. Main turant use phone lagayi.Neha: Hello Shobha, how are you?Main: Am good yaar. Tum batao!Neha: I am good too, kaise yaad ki?Main: Ek help chahiye thi yaar.Neha: Woh to pata chal hi gaya mujhe, tu bas bol.Main: Ha ha ha! ok ok! Woh na mere hasband ka bhai aaya hua hai yaha.Neha:. He held me there. I worked my tongue on his cock, continued to massage him in my mouth. He continued to hold my head in place on him.As I began to grow desperate for air I struggled against him, but Master held firm. My hands went to his hips and chest trying to push myself back, but I was no match for his strength. Tears filled my eyes and began to spill down my cheeks. Only then did my generous Sir pull my throat off him and give me the gift of breath.He kept his cock in my mouth, forcing me. If one doesn't exist, you can create one. No doubtthe CIA could easily create a temporary identity for me that would bediscrete and authentic; one that would not bring any embarrassmenteither to the Corps or to myself. I might add that I am a competentofficer whether I wear pants or a skirt, and that I can be of continuedvaluable service to the Corps." At the word, "skirt," I noticed that General Walsh visibly winced and Ihoped I had not overplayed my hand. Apparently I had not for. I then made sure that my baby was sleeping. I then went to living room and slept on my sofa. I then asked my stepson to enter inside the nighty and reach my breast to suck.My stepson slowly started to enter inside my dress. It was bit congested for him but he was moving up. He then reached my breast part. He couldn’t open my bra cos his hands was not moving so I too helped him and removed my bra somehow. My stepson then started to suck my breast and drink my milk. It was very different for me.