His shirt, jeans and shoes looked old and battered, his hair needed a good wash and he looked tired, but he still looked handsome, rugged and desirabl....He placed his arms over Irene's shoulders, brought her body closer to him and started telling us that he had missed us a lot, was sorry to have left us like that and was mighty glad to be back.We continued talking for about fifteen minutes, I gave him a drink, brought him his clothes that I had kept all along and off he went to bathroom for a. I slept the sleep only jet-lag creates and woke refreshed the next morning. We gathered for our strategy session and finished in time for dinner. When Chu Sen arrived he had no entourage with him. When he approached the table and I stood to greet him I was stopped in my tracks when his interpreter came around from behind him to his side. It was Cheryl. She gasped and signaled for me not to react. I recovered as quick as I could and resumed greeting him and introducing my staff. What was. Phir mujhse glti se paani ki bottle gir gyi aur woh pochcha lgane lgi aur jb woh to mera dhyan sirf unke boobs par tha jaise hi woh jhuki unke boobs ke darshan hue woh bhi with nipples erect phir maiBathroom mein gya aur muth mar aaya usi raat ki baat hai mai so nhi paa rha tha to mai apni chachi ki taraf muda to dekha unke upar se chaddar hati hui thi aur nighty upar up to underwear uth rkhi thi to maine himmat krkeUse aur upar kr diya aur unka ass crack bhi dikh rha tha to jaisse mai unki. I spoke calm, clear, gentle. “Relax. You have nothing to feel guilty about. Hang up the phone and let's talk.”His thumb pressed the “end call” button, cutting off the 911 operator.“That's good,” I said. “You have nothing to feel guilty about. Disciplining your daughter is a good thing.”“I... I...” His words came out slow, slurred. “I hurt her. I abused her.”“No, no, you disciplined her. Remember. How should a slut be disciplined?”“A slut has to be discipline with her father's cock, or she will.