Aunty :- okay and abse tum mere best friend ho so mujhe aunty mt bola kro. Maira na babita hai. Tum mujhe princess bol sakte ho.Bike chalate hue aur a...nty picche bethe hue.Me :- ok princessNext dayMai utha ground ke liye ja rha tha tbhi dekha ki ghar ke bahar babita maira wait kr rhi hai.Me :- aap aur yha gye nahi abhi tk ground.Babita :- maine socha sath mai chalte hai.Me :- ohh sorry maine late kiya aap ko chalo.Phir hum vha se aaye .Babita :- kya aap mujhe bike pr bank chhod denge.Mai :- kyu. Lets call it a friend, though Handler would probably be more correct. Your father has need of your services." I don't give a rat's ass what my father wants." Even if he guarantees your freedom from any and all responsibilities you owe Radovir? Even if it is your chance to finally have that guild hall you always wanted. Even if your marriage would finally be legitimate in your King's eyes?" Be careful of the lines you cross, friend. They could get you kill," her husband snarled at the man. Even. Where is the rest of it?” she asked. I showed her. There was not much.The dress was a custom design that was not fit for street wear. In fact, it was a stretch for an LA strip club. The design explained a lot about why I wanted her looks disguised - everyone was going to look closely at where that dragon was looking. It was inspired by that green J Lo dress from around the turn to the century, but that was just a first thought. Start with some really deep, multi-folded cape sleeves, like a very. I asked “shall I feel u first”. She nodded in agreement. So for the first time I touched her hips, pressed on it with my one hand, while my other hand ran over her T-shirt all the way from navel to the mid riff between her boobs.Then I cupped her left boob from over her t-shirt by the swipe of my hand. It was the world’s best feelings around. It was soo soft, smooth yet rigid and silky that I wondered if she wore any bra at all. But here too I had learned later that she was offcourse wearing a.