Fir bhabhi boli ok chalo chalti hu, maine socha yr ye to gayi .Fir himat kar k kuch bolta us se pahle us ne bola k kya aap mujhe thodi exercise bata s...kte ho mai bhi thoda fit ho jaou miane bola k jarur par road pe to nahi bata sakta us k liye koi place ho ya gym us ne bola ko apna no do mere face pe smile aayi maine apna no diya us ne mujhe call kari or bola save karo .Fir bye kar k chali gayi mai bhi gym nahi gaya or ghar gaya us k naam se land khada ho gaya tha to us ko shant kiya socha k us. “WHAT THE…!” I exclaimed. “Just relax.” came Ryan’s soothing voice as his hands started working their way slowly down my back. “Are you naked?” I asked. “Yeah, but don’t turn around.” He replied, his hands now massaging my lower back. They slid down the outside of my thighs and around to my front then fondled my penis. “You’re hard.” He said. “Yeah” I replied, “Are you?” His ands moved back again and started to caress the smooth wet flesh of my buttocks “You’ll find out soon enough.” I. The sound of urine hitting the wall and floor refocused him.After cursing himself for making a mess, and then cursing some more while he cleaned it up, Mike went back to his room to throw on a pair of jeans so he could greet the mystery chef in his kitchen.“HEY! Who the Hell is in my God-damned kitchen? And why the Hell did you let me sleep in and miss work?” he shouted.He was greeted by the sight of a curly-haired blonde woman wearing a pink pajama bottom and one of his old t-shirts working. It was in the corner of the small dining room, which was relatively empty, although the bar around the corner was lively and busy.Once they had sat down and ordered some wine, Michael announced that he had bought her a gift to remember him by. He presented her with a jewellery gift box, and in it she found a small white gold silver chain with a small charm. She thought it was a bracelet, but Michael explained that it was an ankle chain.Michael said it was a parting gift to remind her of.