.Papa–;okPapa market chle gyeRaaj bathroom se mummy ko awaaz lagate haiRaaj—-:bhabhii …..Mummy–: bolo raaj!Raaj—:soap nhi mil rha hai …Mun...y –: aati hu!Mummy bathroom ke andar ghuss gye iss mauke ka fauda utahte raaj ne andar se kundi band kr li .Ab mai apne kamre na kuch dekh pa rha tha na sun lekin mummy ke bangels ki aawaz aa rhi thi.10-15 min mummy tezzi se nikal kr kitchen me gye apni bra ko adust krni lagi aur apne balo ko thik krni lagi unki red lipstick bikhar gye thi dekh lag rha tha. "Didn't you say your ride was coming at 8:30?" she called after her.When she didn't respond, Julie shrugged and went to the door. She knew better than to try to yell louder to get Muriel's attention. It was the one thing that always pissed her off.When she opened the door, she blinked in surprise. Standing at the door was Detective Harris. Standing next to him, with eyes gone quite wide, was Porter Wilson."Good morning, Julie! How's my girl?" asked Harris, stepping forward to give her a quick. She adored wearing leather clothes as often as possible and would rarely be seen in shoes whose height in heels was lower that five inches. Sharp, stiletto heels were her favourite and revelled in the sound they made as she stepped confidently, her beautifully manicured feet shod and lifted, feeling her calf muscles stretch with each stride.Angela loved the way a tailored leather skirt or dress would cling to her curves like a second skin. She simply adored the scent of fine leather, the sheen. Karen quickly rolled me over, sat on top of me, and told me to watch closely. I gazed at her as she stood over me, doing a strip show for me that started with the shirt then her pants, leaving only a black thong and matching bra. As she started to undo her bra, she stopped, then came back down and started unzipping my pants and made me take my shirt off. She then went back up to standing over me, taking her bra off to expose her lovely dark brown nipples, perfectly rounded and placed ever so.