He pressed my breasts over his dick.He then started to fuck my boobs.It went on till he ejaculated on my face.Next day when I was taking bath naked so...ebody knocked the door I opened and found my servant.He cam inside and washed my naked body with soap.Then I cleaned on the shower. He kissed my wet breasts hard.I was cared as if my husband would find out. He told me ” ghar mein koi nahin hai malkin, sirf aap aur hum”.Then he pushed me on the bath tub and lied over me. The water spilled. ‘Probably just old man Olaffsen. What’s he gonna do?’ It was true that the music teacher’s face was lined and his crew cut was iron grey. But his posture was ramrod straight, he never hunched or slouched, even when seated behind his drums. Despite the years, his demeanor still held a devildog snap. The boys would never dare to jeer to his face. * * * Allison jumped on her bike and sped toward the warm yellow lights of home. Her dad would be cooking, and after that, her friend David Hemingway. Still woh bhi jada serious ni thi..Fir maine bhabhi ko bola ok toh mai chalta hoon, unhone bola kya jaldi hey… maine bola kuch ni bus lunch ke lia kuch market se saaman lana hey… unhone bola koi ni aaj mere saath lunch kar lo bolo kya khana hey…. Unke bohot insist karne pe maine haan kardi or unse bola I will be there by 2 for lunch.Woh boli thik hey but abhi kaha jaa rhe ho, then I said bank ka bhi thoda kaam hai… So I went for my work and came back, fresh hoke bhabhi jee ke yahan gaya. Ab jab. Julia blew it open with one of her medium-sized charges and we started to walk in. This is where we met our first setback. Jim was working point and he must have tripped a booby trap as he walked through the door. There was a tremendous explosion and buckshot in about .45 caliber flew everywhere. One, or more, of the buckshot caught Jim in the head and he was out for the rest of the operation. His helmet was cracked and we had to make an emergency repair while we called for a transporter to.