It was very detailed and contained a lot of instructions.“Are you going to help me with this today?” I asked her, indicating the sheet of paper.�...Yes, of course,” she said as she brought a steaming plate of food over to me. She took the time to set out my silverware and napkin. She didn’t call me Sir, as she had the night before. I got the vibe she was only going to do that around my father, and I understood.“How will I know when you are Cherry and when you are just mom?” I asked.My mom. എന്നിട്ടും മനു ഇങ്ങിനെ ചെയ്തല്ലേ? മനുവിന്റെ അമ്മയെ കാണട്ടെ… ഞാന്‍ പറയാം…..അയ്യോ ചേച്ചി… പ്ലീസ്‌ ഞാന്‍ ഇനി ഇത് ആവര്ത്തി ക്കില്ല… ഇത് ആരോടും പറയല്ലേ പ്ലീസ്… ഞാന്‍ വീണ്ടും കെഞ്ചി.അപ്പോള്‍ ചേച്ചിയുടെ മുഖത്ത് ഒരു കള്ള ചിരി മിന്നി മായുന്നത് ഞാന്‍ കണ്ടു. എന്നിട്ട് ചേച്ചി ചോദിച്ചു ഈ പരിപാടി എത്ര കാലമായി തുടങ്ങിയിട്ട് ? സത്യം പറയണം.ഞാന്‍ ഒന്നും മിണ്ടിയില്ല..അപ്പൊ ചേച്ചി പറഞ്ഞു. എല്ലാം കാണിച്ചു കൂട്ടിയിട്ട് മിണ്ടാതെ നില്ക്കു ന്ന കണ്ടില്ലേ? കള്ളന്‍…ഇതും പറഞ്ഞു ചേച്ചി ചിരിക്കാന്‍ തുടങ്ങി… അപ്പോഴാണ് എന്റെ. His erection strained against his pants and I was only too happy to free it. His cock was gorgeous—perfectly shaped and a solid 8 inches. I lowered my head to it. With my lips, I nibbled the head lightly. Bill gasped, reached forward, and grabbed the back of my head, prepared to shove it to the hilt. But I resisted, swirling my tongue tantalizingly around his head and flicking it along the shaft. For a moment, I licked and kissed his cock, knowing that he was dying to have it in my mouth.. Not soon enough to make me happy, but much sooner than I expected, I was on my way, without any awkward investigation of my package or questions about my business at the Embassy this morning. The prospect of explaining a box of smelly, soiled clothing to the type of twits who got stuck with this kind of job had contributed significantly to my decision. As I left, the young woman smiled at me. In another life, I might have been tempted to get her contact information, but in another life, I would.