Let’s go eat something.)They both went to a sweet stall. There was a sweet rasmalai, and they both took one plate each.While passing the plate, Bisw...jit accidentally dropped the rasmalai on my mom’s clothes. Well, it was his plan all along, I guess.My mom got angry and then she was also sad. Biswajit also felt sorry and offered to help her out.Biswajit – I’m so sorry, Neelamji. Yeh anjaane mein ho gaya. Please aap naraaz mat hoiye. Yahan garden ke paas ek washroom hai. Wahan chal lijiye. Main. A real nice guy! I’ve ... missed hearing from you Linda.”Over the next few minutes I played being his big sister; reminding him it would be a serious undertaking of responsibility on his part; and also his chance of being a good Uncle to Rachel; to make a good impression on her!I quietly underlined to him how grave it could be for him if he ‘messed-up’.From his sober reply, I felt he’d got my message and when I’d put the phone down I felt somewhat easier about things. Our trip to Scotland was. Now, I know first hand the difference between dirty panties and dirty panties. The scent of a clean, wet pussy still lingered on these, exclusively feminine. I became immediately hard, but what really made my heart skip a beat was a folded note in the bottom of the bag. "(myname), if you're reading this, which is a wild guess, put everything back the way you did before and don't say anything. But I want you to know that You can have me anytime you want."This sent my mind racing. A: she knew I'd. He employed about 50 fulltime staff but would recruit additional staff in the summer and winterholidays. I knew that his female employees had a problem with his dresscode but what I did not know I was about to find myself at the centre ofa feminist revenge story.When I visited Dad's shop I always admired his sexy shop assistants intheir miniskirts, with their high heels and transparent blouses. Theywere some of the sexiest ladies I had ever seen in a shop. Each one ofthem could be a model. .