Emil smiled down at him, warmly. Paul lookedaway again."Would you like anything to eat or drink, Master Paul?" he said.Paul's arms were tight across t...e closed fur coat, with Victor's handholding his flaccid penis in the furs. He could not move. He could notflee. Paul looked up again."No... no thank you, nothing to eat. May I have some orange juice?"Paul could not help noticing that Emil was actually handsome."Of course, Master Paul," said Emil, and poured him a glass. As he didso Paul. She talked something with Bhabhi, They fell into a conversation as I completed eating and left. I could not sleep that night with regret that I left a chance to fuck my bhabhi’s pussy.I wanted to fuck her very badly. So I patiently thought of ways that I could seduce or get more situations with her like that of the bathroom. My bhabhi comes to my room every morning to wake me up and give me a cup of tea. So I thought that it will be a nice opportunity to get her closer. I woke up early that. What an image that was. Fingers trembling slightly, I typed another message:'Oh that's one hell of a tease, especially as we can't leave for a while yet! You've been teasing me since I got here, hardly fair. ' I set the phone back down and slowly reapplied my lipstick, tracing the red colour around my lips. I paused, his reply seemed to be taking a while. The beep sounded again and I grabbed my phone to read his message.'Oh it's going to be so much fun torturing you, I'm gonna have you begging. Although Clint and I had never discussed it. I assumed he didn’t have another girlfriend. Fucker better not. He’d chased me pretty relentlessly and seemed more than happy to be with me.Chip was good-natured about it, “Okay, business. Talk to me.”I swallowed, patted, smiled, “I need these game tapes.” I handed him a list with the dates — home and away. They included all of Sandy Seaver’s appearances, but several games where he stayed in the dugout. Or bullpen, I guess. Or locker room. Fuck do I.