The contract to export them to Eastern Europe wasonly for women's clothing anyway and no explanation was necessary. Itdid, however play into Mister Ar...old's hands in his plan to subject theboy to a continual deluge of such clothing. Mister Arnold returned tohis office where the cctv screens were monitoring every movement the boymade. It would only be a matter of time before a few bags of underwearwould arrive on his sorting table, then he would watch him very closely.With that the lunch hooter. P – kyu raat bhar kuttiya ki tarah chudi hai kya ?Me – han tumhaare dosto ne sone hi nai diya..Aah..Uumm…Aur tumne kaha tha ki sirf ek dost hi aayega..P – toh kya hua..Tujhe jaisi randi ko kya farak padta hai… Tere saath toh aisa hi hona chaiye.(Pramod mujh se aise language mein hi baat karta tha..But mujhe feel nai hota tha..Kyuki kaam toh main randi wala hi kar rahi thi..) raand mujhe kaam pe bhi jana hai…Chal jaldi se thoda sa maza karne de… Main kuch nai boli….. Fir usne mujhe lund chsune. "Yes! I mean... ah, darn it. Of course, I'll have dinner with you." Would it be an imposition to meet me at 21 at seven-thirty. I'll make reservations."21! That means I must dress up. Hmm, I'll wear my old standby, the black sheath and... I chuckled. "The black sheath will be fine." Argh, I forgot you could read my mind. Okay, I'll meet you. Whom should I ask for?" Just give the maitre d' your name. He'll bring you to me. If I haven't arrived, he'll seat you in the bar and take care of you. ‘Yes baby, enjoy’ Dhanwarlal continued his background narration. I was getting a little wet by now but thankfully Dhanwarlal was only interested in my boobs. Hopefully he’ll climax now and I can go back to sleep, I thought.‘Time to go downtown Amishi’ Dhanwarlal suddenly spoke out. I stopped in disappointment as I knew where this was headed to. ‘Keep your phone on the bed in front of you’. I did as ordered and tried to cover my boobs. ‘Ah keep them free’ he shouted. ‘Now open your sexy legs’.I.