I was wearing an orange smooth silk saree and a golden blouse.He came near me and said that I look gorgeous in that saree. He asked me to pose for som... selfies with him. Then he asked me when I was returning and I said I had a flight booked for tomorrow afternoon. He instantly invited me over to a party he was organizing that night and I accepted it without a second thought. He gave me the contact number of one of his drivers and asked me to call him once I was ready so that he could pick me up. I even used to dress up as a high class prostitute sometime in tight leather and sometimes only in bra and panty and her tight ass and huge boobs were real treat to watch.Rittu did not knew about my past and she used to think that she was the only girl I had fucked her in my life.My sexual content with rittu was for 3 years and meanwhile one day all the things changed and it so happened that I told rittu that we would go for for a drive and drink session and she should wear some sexy. It was MY work, no one else's!" "Clearly you are either lying or deluding yourself. I suspect the latter. Most likely, you either saw something a woman doodled, or overheard a technical idea being discussed by a couple of women, and then your subconscious mind worked out all the detail stuff and made it work. It's too late now to find out what woman deserves the proper credit for your work, but don't worry. Your work will help humanity." "I'll never give you my chip design!" "My dear, once. And it was matted in spots with something crusty. I felt sick looking at her."What you starin' at, bitch?" she barked. Diamond Doug laughed. "You guess, Keesha. You guess what the white bitch's starin' at. She's starin' at yo' snatch, ain't she?" I felt my face turning red. "I think the bitch's turned on, seein' a real pussy." He turned to me. "Ain't you, bitch? Ain't you turned on seein' a real pussy? Show her yo' pussy, bitch." I pulled the tight dress up around my waist and pulled down my.