I'm 37 years old, and married to a man I thought I loved. In retrospect I should have realized that the minute I became his wife that his work came be...ore all else. I used to love his business trips when we dated and were engaged. I had plenty of time for my girlfriends, and I had a whole big wedding to plan so it was okay that he was away all the time. Now that we've moved to California, I have no friends. No family to visit. Plus the wedding is over, so I have no events to plan. I was. “What does the best paid nurse working in a hospital make per year? In the United States, I mean.”It took Io 1.7 seconds to reply. “$112,400 – last year. 2061.”“And the head trader at Goldman-Chase – what’s he make?”“With salary, bonus and stock options, he took home $671.4 million.”“That’s ... what? 50,000 percent more?”“Actually almost 600,000 percent more.”“SIX HUNDRED THOUSAND percent? Do you feel that the highest paid stock trader is that much more valuable to society than the best nurse. I went for some farther location from the city it was some sort of forest with thick trees and not many tourist come here and was isolated and we informed the taxi driver that we will be going for a trek and will be back after some time and he gesture ok saar And I will wait here and you finish your work there will be no disturbance here and I assumed that seeing our dress he must have assumed why we are here as trekking in saree with high heels is not possible and he must have bought. Perhaps noticing my bulge, she confronted me, “Tony, do you want to play with my ‘front’?” she smiled at me and licked her lips. “No one will notice; we are all alone.”I chose not to be asked twice. I immediately began groping her ample tits.“What size bra do you wear, Mrs. De la Vega?” I asked, trying to be casual about it and pretending that I rub women’s tits every day of the week.“I wear a 40DD. Why Tony, you like them? They are real, not plastic.” She replied proudly.“Yes, I do like them,.