. Evening Ms Orben." I greeted my neighbor nervously. I haven't seen her face for over a week now. The slender woman stopped in her task and turned he... head towards me. She gave a gentle, motherly smile. "Good evening to you too!" she answered cheerfully. "I hope you had a good work day." "Yeah. It went well today. Hit our milestone." I said, as my eyes wandered to her chest. It was impossible to resist. Ms Orben was a buxom woman, her massive assets strained her laced bra, outlining it against. Slowly over days, the situation reversed, and I had to wait for my son to finish with the computer before I could start working.One of these days, I had to urgently use the computer to send an official report to my office through email. But Nikhil was on it. And I couldn’t wait any longer.“Beta, I need it urgently” I told my son “Just give the computer to me for 15 minutes and I will give it back to you after that”“Dad, please I can’t give it to you now” he replied“Nikhil, I am not joking” I. ” He thought on the words. “This is a reprimand, not a threat. Perhaps one to be sent in blood, oui, but not like this; like an American Gangster film. Your Contessa has you and your men. If she wants to send a message to the Elders, why not send some of you to deliver it to their doorsteps in the night? Speaking of which, I got a flag last night, which said that Nigel Mander had entered the US via Portland, Oregon, on a San Finzione Cultural Attaché passport; I’d meant to call you and ask. His hands ran down my hips and upper thighs, coming to rest at the hem of my nightgown. “Can I?” he asked, breaking the kiss. I nodded, raising my arms to let him slide the nightgown over my head. He discarded the nightgown and took a step back to look me over. “So beautiful,” he murmured. “Such a full figure, such wide hips and pert breasts. The epitome of femininity.” His eyes roved over me with a lustful gaze I wasn’t anywhere near used to. “Can I touch you, please?” he practically begged. .