She demanded the chocolates she brought him and now the tables had turned when at this particular win Nishka asked for Chirag’s Tee, not thinking an...thing nor having any dirty thoughts just coz she liked it. She never expected that Chirag would straight away remove it and give it to him which he did.Nishka’s wins were for short time when Chirag asked his trophy her top. Nishka being over smart went to the kitchen changed in his tee and gave him his top, he was like damn. Next win and he asked. It looked to be about five pages long. Based on the title he knew that it was about the Egyptian Campaign of Napoleon. It was a topic that he found particularly fascinating. He picked up Sean’s report and noticed that it was about thirty pages. Shaking his head, he said, “You two got perfect scores on the test. You didn’t need to do the report.”“It was fun,” Sean said with a smile.Taking the advice given to him by Mrs. Woodhill to use Sean’s more fanciful work as a launching point for teaching. I leant forward over the balcony rail and felt Chris nuzzle my neck with his lips, his stubble scratched lightly against my skin. A charge of electricity flashed through my body, unerringly finding its destination in my tingling clitoris. I pushed my head back against him as he licked around my ear and then took my earlobe in his mouth, suckling it like an infant at the nipple. He pulled my hair back hard and licked and sucked my neck, raising goosebumps down my spine.“Oh yes, Chris. That is so. The ride home was at night, as my protectors wanted as little known about my movements as possible for the time being. On the way I got a call from Ken Stanton, Treasury Secretary, with a bit of news. "Mr. Vice President, we have had a break in the assassination attempt against you."It appears that a small group of Russian oil magnates hired the mercenaries that stormed the Naval Observatory. The surviving members of the team agree. The photo lineup we showed them was a winner, as both men.