He understood their convenience, but a hand-wound watch was a thing of beauty. Scott set the time and tried to close the bracelet band around his wris.... He ran his fingers over the links in the band. Mr. Piotrowski had said he'd need the extra ones someday. They were in a small glassine baggie in the watch box, exactly where the wise old Marine had placed them.He hunted around for the right tools and made the adjustments to the watch bracelet.He had another stop to make before he left Fort. Tere boobs mera control nahi hota ,agar tu mujhe tere boobs ko dede toh mein ab chod dunga’ Bua-‘matlab Budhe -ye boobs mera hai,mein is ye job chanhu tujhse mang sakta hoon,nahi tohBua -boli thik hai,baada karta hoonBudhe ne phir apni phone se photo li apni aur bua ki ek lip kiss kiya aur ek video bana ya, jisme bua bo gaand marte hue road ke uper le aaya aur bua ghut ne ke baal chal ke aa rahi thi,phir wahan pe wo phone ko rakh kar pura shoot ki, aur ab toh bua bhi kush thi bua ne bhi ab. They got out of the limo; walked through the entrance; past the casino on the first floor, and gave the security guard at the elevator their names. The security guard punched a code into the elevator and they got in. The women were apprehensive as they rode silently to the penthouse.Stephanie grabbed her mother's hand nervously when the door opened. They click-clacked their way across the shiny marble floor to the hand carved double doors of Sam's suite.Jenny called him on her cell to let him. Of course, she had a couple complaints with me, too. Who wouldn't, afterfive years of living together? She loved me dearly, but didn't like thatI didn't clean up as much as, I admit, I should have. She didn't mind melooking at other women, but sometimes when I commented to her on how theylooked, I knew it bothered her.Anyway, after spending an exhausting day at work, clocking a couple hoursof overtime because of the foreman screwing up and expecting me to fix it,I finally was heading home to.