Gayes jisa ki app logg jante hi i m 23 m karachi i m mahjir urdu speek boy . Me jis ofice mi job karta ho waha zeyada ter pahtan panjabi mard hi are u... office mi boos 1 pahtan hi gayes pahli wali apni stroyes mi apko bata coka ho ki mere boos are saree ofice ki pandooo are pahtan mere gahnd mar cokii hi are abe tak unloggoko mere gahnd me maza ata hi are mere pahtan boos mere sexse hot mahjir mom ko bhi bohad bar facuk ker cokii hi are apni koch paahtan dostee se bhi mom ko cohdwacokii hiiiii. I decided it was not a good idea." I would agree with you on that decision," Jim said. "What other options do you see?" I don't see any options. I just keep going day to day hoping that things will get better without my having to do anything. I afraid that won't happen but I am at a loss as to what to do."The waiter had just brought the check and Dr. Bryant insisted on paying it."Why don't we go get a table in the bar and have a drink and see if I can help bring things into focus for you," Jim. Make you mine." I didn't know what to do. I went still. He looked at me as he was sucking my nipple. His legs started to part mine as he held me there. He had me open for his enjoyment. Slid his other hand down to my pussy and laughed an evil laugh when I jumped as he started to rub me. "You already wet baby girl. Careful Daddy might think you enjoy this." Oh but I did like it. I caught my breath as he slid a finger in me as he sucked my nipple harder...and laughed out loud when I came. "Yes. Enter New Guy. He said poetic things about my eyes. He asked for a pic of me kneeling. So, I had M take one. Me, on my bed, in my favorite t-shirt. I wasn’t making eye contact and it through him off. Is that something your master has trained in you? no, I just have a thing about eyes. So here’s the eye poetry.“I believe that eyes are windows to the soul. Mines broken (child hood traumas I’m finally starting to work through) so my soul is shattered into millions of pieces. Like shards of a.