Nathan kissed her inside the front door, feeling more than a little guilt. “Hey, honey pot,” he said. “Uh huh! Why didn’t you tell me she was ...ere?” Delia asked. “I’ve been calling her, trying to find out how the hearing went. She hasn’t answered even my texts.” “Really, wow, ‘cuz she came looking for you. She’s really upset,” Nathan said. "Ohh! It must’ve gone back,” Delia said. Nathan shrugged, “Yeah, well, she didn’t make much effort to impress the judge. You should see how she was dressed.. After my childbirth I stopped wearing bra so that it will be easy to breast feed. Amar was virtually stripping me with his eyes and ogling at my boobs, accentuated by a tight blouse and covered demurely by saree. Amar was wearing a dhoti and shirt. I could see that his prick was straining against his underwear below his dhoti.After some time my baby started crying. Mom suggested that it was hungry and that I should breast-feed. Amar gingerly carried the baby to me and placed it on my lap. At. We came close as we started opening up to each other and asking each other personal questions.She asked me about my gf which I told her about that I am having a problem with her she is always creating some or the other kind of a nuisance.She consoled me and hugged me. On the 5th day, in Singapore, she texted me that she wanted to go for some imp shopping for our next destination Bali so I should keep myself free tom. I did as she asked but did not understand what was it about.We went out and. I was to enter wearing just my underwear, black knickers and matching bra, my best silk stockings and suspenders.She called me in, she was wearing similar attire except I was wearing heels and she was wearing knee length black boots. She did look hot; her boobs were trying to escape from her bra. Regular readers will know that I’ve always had a thing for her boobs. “Come here, bitch,” she shouted at me. I was smiling as I walked over and then, thwack. She hit my arm with a small whip; it was.