.. No. That's exactly what they want. The more like a boy I am the happier they are. Their biggest disappointment is that I'm not one for real, but wh... should I care what they think." But what about other people? Those who aren't customers?" It doesn't bother me what they think either! But actually, - and I'm sure I shouldn't be saying this, but I know you're great chums with Binta, - I actually rather like it. Girls often think I'm a boy and it makes it much easier for me to get on with them. She had jeans. I thought she was just there to watch the show. She didn't seem the type.I turned around, and she had her husband and a stranger on either side of her. She had their jeans open and fondling them both. The husband wouldn't let her take anything off. He eventually got a blowjob from her. The same things have happened to me with other men's wives.I have recently seen a young couple come in and get mobbed by the men. I was behind her, rubbing her breasts and helping her to hold her. Pradhan was in heaven. Seeing me turn into his compliant fuck-toy was a dream comes true. "Do you want me to fuck those sexy tits of yours?" he asked. God yes!" I replied as I squeezed me breasts. "Fuck my tits!" Beg me, Anu."Closing me eyes, I rolled me head back and tugged on me hardening nipples, "Oh God! Fuck my big tits! Please, I need your big cock in between these slutty tits! I want your hot cum all over them! Please!" Hearing me desperate pleas, Mr. Pradhan wondered if I actually. ..Wearin my black lacy french pantie's, with matching bra, tight fitted black jeans and a lacy cream top and all your doing is twitching. I'm at a job interview for christ sake, ya can't have it now. No matter which way i sit your there tormenting me making me blush as the Manager of the company is trying to interview me. I've opted to stand, of all the days you choose to torment me you choose this one and of all the days i choose to wear my fitted jeans........ The manager is now asking me if.