"Could I buy you dinner?" he asked, looking straight ahead. "I feel like I should compensate you for pushing you into all that." You didn't push me in...o anything!" she said, wanting to retain as much independence as she could, under the circumstances. Those circumstances played back through her mind, though, and she felt a little ungrateful. "Well, OK, you pushed me a little bit," she said. "But it wasn't so bad." It wasn't anywhere close to bad," he said.She saw the ends of his moustache rise. Heartpounding madly I looked inside. There were the panties in the photo!I rushed to the internet cafe. And logged on, sending an email sayingthat I had the bag. I was told to go home and photograph myself withthe panties over my face like they were the mask I described in myessay earlier the week. Then I was to photo myself tonguing thepanties. I was allowed to cover my face with dark pantyhose, and thatwas to be the next part of my assignment. I was to go buy some darkblue pantyhose, that. Miss Price didn't bat an eye." She grinned at him."Shall we get married?" he asked quietly, leaning back and smiling at her. "You know I love you." He blinked at her, hesitating. "Well, don't you?" No, thanks, fine proposal, sir, if a bit on the plain side, but I think I'd rather live in sin for a while, new experience. They still call it that? What's better for income tax? How old are you anyhow?" Joint filing is better I think. My wife did all that. Recently I just hired an accountant." He. Se jyada ho gaya tha mai dana dan unki gand mare jaa raha tha kabhi kabhi jor ka jhatka marta to unke muh se aawaj aati uhhhh aaaahh ronit aur maar sali gand ko faad de.Esa karte karte hame karib 25 min hone ko aaye mai bhi apani charam seema par pahcuhne wala tha to maine ka aapki gand mai hi bhar deta hu wo boli ha ronit bhar de meri gand mai apana sara maal kar de use pura maine apane jhatke aur bada diye itne mai jor se mera fawaraaa nikala aur uski gand mai chala gaya aur unko ulta hi leta.