Ab who seedi let gai aur boli ab jaldi kar warna kuch nahi hoga aur koi aa jayega, maine foran apna land choot par tikaaya aur ek jor dar dakka diyaa ...oh woh cheek padi, maine dekha toh unki choot sai khoon nikal raha tha, aur unki akhkoo mai asson aa gaye thay, ,maine kaha kaya hua toh who boli befkoof itni joor sai dalte hai kay meri jaan nikal gai. Maine kaha muje pata nahi tha didi, toh who boli muje bhi kanha pata tha mai bhi toh pahli barr karwa rahi hun, phir maine dhere dhere apna land. Victor asked me to remove my thong and show him how wet I was. Then I slipped my thong off and took a few pictures including a couple of me with my fingers deep inside my cunt; so Victor could see how wet I was. I then decided to go one step further and took off my bra. I sent the pictures and headed back to my new friends. I got back to the table and noticed a few had left; so only three of them were still waiting for me…Before sitting, I on purpose dropped my purse to the floor and bent over. He couldn’t bear it. How could she fear him? He’d rather die himself than do her any harm. ‘Celeste, please, what’s wrong?’ he moved towards her, begging for an explanation, his face furrowed with worry, eyes radiating desperation. But all that she did was move away. ‘Celeste, it’s me, Thomas. Please, speak to me. What’s wrong?’ his usual confidence was knocked out, once again, by the presence of this woman, who seemed to be able to make him lose his mind without even realising it. But all. But right now, it certainly doesn't feel like an adventure. Right now you are standing in the rain, bike in hand, heavy bags full of post attached to the back wheel. It is your first real day on the job, after a week of training with the most horribly smelly, tear-jerkily boring old bag of farts you had ever met.You were forced by your mother to apply for the job at this old postal company. Your local postman was about to retire, and was desperately looking for a replacement. Your mother just.