“Wait for Pranab, get out, we will have all this fun.” She turned the tap off, preparing to leave. “Leave your washroom door open,” Sumit plea...ed, unable to fulfill his orgasm. Diya smiled as she went out, fixing her dress.Early that morning, Pranab had left for Kolkata. Sumit had gotten ready for the trip, with his loose pants and t-shirt. Diya in the meanwhile was waiting for her new tops. She had put on the short skirt, it barely covered her ass. She then put on the crop top. Her cleavage. Maybe next summer.”“He’s a schemer.”“He is. But I’m a detective.”“Licensed.”“Matt, how will the ammunition transfer go? I mean where will Hoffstatter ... who ... what the fuck is going on?”I was sorta an inside player and sorta not. I didn’t need to know every detail of every operation that Constance and Ash were running. But Wexler and Hoffstatter both came after me. Here in Kansas City.Wexler to fulfill his Greta Gunther contract to kill me. The Aryan? Maybe to show support for Wexler. More. My wife Mohini was inspired by both this contribution and decided to go all around and pose as nude model exclusively for me. She decided to give me pleasant surprise on my birthday by posing in her birthday suit as my birthday gift.One day prior to my 30th birthday she went to famous book shops to purchase books on arts of nude photography. She selected couple of books & requested shopkeeper to gift wrap, she also brought latest digital camera as my birthday gift. Next day before I wake up in. That evening, when Winston returned to his house, he found Madeleine waiting in the parlor instead of asleep in her room as he’d expected. Raising an eyebrow, he smiled his wicked smile. ‘Could it be that you have taken me up on my offer of instruction in the ways of making love?’ Madeleine blushed furiously. ‘Of course not! I merely hoped that we could talk.’ ‘Ah, sadness! But if you would like to talk, I am at your disposal.’ Under Winston’s intense gaze, Madeleine found herself at a loss.