“How about you hop up and let me copy you,” I said, laughing. “I don’t think so, if I break the copier we’ll both get fired.” “Well, how...else am I supposed to know what kind of underwear you’re wearing?” You smiled at me and collected your copies. As you walked past me you leaned in and whispered, “Meet me later, maybe you can find out.” Later, when I’d finally worked up the courage to ask if you really meant it, I emailed you to ask when and where. After work, you replied, and gave me an. I will give you full credit for thediscovery and will quit the Company. Just please don't do this," Ibegged."Nice - begging.... Soon you will be begging for something else. NoI'm afraid it's too late. Look, you made your bed, and now you willhave to sleep in it - so to speak." She paused. "I have a fewsuggestions about the new you. I thought about 5'2" would be nice -that was we can ensure you will not be too strong to resist your fella.I was in doubt about the hair color though - what. Yes, that’s her ass the most favorite part of mine. So coming back to the sex story. I went there without informing her as I wanted to surprise her. I reached her home almost in the afternoon when her husband, my mausaji mostly remains in the field. I knocked the door. She opened the door and I was shocked to find her sweaty. She was wearing yellow saree and her yellow blouse was wet due to her sweat. She was cleaning her sweat over her forehead with her pallu. She was looking such sexy.A fair. Baker to let them into his office. I snooped in the manila envelope for some more pictures when I came across a signed contract that simply put made Mrs. Wells dad’s sex slave. Thinking to myself that this could get interesting, I looked up to see a well dressed couple sit down in front of myself and dad. Dad introduced me to the couple when he asked Mrs. Wells why she wasn’t abiding by their formal agreement. “Sir there is a child is present” Mrs. Wells stated pointing in my direction.Dad.