"Where do you think you're going?" she called impatiently. Hands on hips, she went on. "It's all your fault I'm in this mess! The least you can do is ...tay with me while I get a few things I can be comfortable in!"Of course she meant it was Alan's fault for not switching in the bio-filter, or clearing the image buffer. People passing by had no way of knowing this though. All they knew was that an exceptionally sexy young woman was shouting at her boyfriend and blaming him for her need to buy. Softly squeezing each with either hand, almost measuring them and testing their pliability. Susan was aware that her breathing had become ragged. She was forced, with thegag in her mouth, to breath almost entirely through her nose. She could feel her face redden. “You display some signs of modesty,” Peter smiled. “That’s a good thing, actually. Ithink we could use that.” was all that he said. Susan was modest, she wasn’t accustomed to being displayed this way, and she had never submitted her. Of course, that generated another set of giggles.Something you don’t know is that their father, my grandfather, was part of the Project Space Track, back in the late fifties.While working for the US Government got him no money or status from this, he left in 1964 and started his own company called ADTrack and starting designing his own technology to do what PST did more efficiently and started selling to the US Government. A very shrewd businessman, he started making money hand over fist, but. Afterwards he come to me & ask me akka give that bag to me I will hold it. I given the bag to him and we are walking to the shop. At the shop I given the list to the shop keeper, the shop keeper packed and put them in the bag and that was carried by that boy and we are going home. In the way to home I ask Suresh what class you are studying . He said that he is studying 7th class. And I ask him did you play in your school, he said that he will play ‘kabadi, coco, and running’ I said good keep it.