”“Mmm, so romantic.” She slinked off him and stood up. “But we both know what a cheating bastard you are.”He smiled. “Look who’s talking... Mrs. Wilson.”She blew him a kiss and turned away. He watched her ass as she sashayed across the room.“Where you going, doll?” he asked.“Just freshening up.”“You better not be heading for the shower. I haven’t painted you in cum yet.”She giggled. “Well, I better look pretty then.” She bent over the vanity and began applying a fresh coat of lipstick. She dabbed. Her bare back in sexy black saree was so looking so hot. I explored every inch of her back. She was moving in a very erotic way. As it was night, her moans and deep breaths sounds were in the kitchen. She spoke.She- Hey, please, enough now. please stop.Me- Are you not enjoying?She- I am enjoying too much. That’s why I am asking to stop. It’s going out of control.Me- Don’t worry, I shall be in control. But you are just stunning in this black saree. Let me see your beauty fully in this. "We still have the matter under study." A 'study' that should last, let's see, at least another eight years and seventy-four days now, am I right?" she asked pointedly.He sighed. "All right, Amanda. I assume your source was either Dr. Toshimura or Dr. Komosaki, and both of them know the real reason for our refusal and I'm sure they told you, so you know quite well that our reason isn't the one you presented in that rabble-rousing exhibition you put on." Do I?" she asked."Dammit, Amanda!" he. . ah ... I know a way to distract them," Jamil said, hanging her head."How is that, dear?" Cynthia asked.Jamil took a deep breath, and in a quiet, haunted voice, explained, "They have already seen me naked. I'll take off my blouse. I can leave the pants on, so I can still hide the knife, but my blouse off will distract them."Cynthia placed a sympathetic hand on Jamil's shoulder before saying, "You're right. Bare boobs make guys stupid. That would work, but can you do it?"Jamil could only give a.