Phir dheere se mere hoont pe ungli phirane lage.main boli “dev aap kya kar rahe hai…” wo bole ” tumhara udhdhar kar raha hu”. Kahkar wo mere...hont choosne lage …. Meri ankhe band ho rahi thi… Main aah ahhh karne lagi… Phir unhine mera haath pane lund pe rakh diya or bole ‘ise sahlao na sundri’ maine haath chhudakar bhagi or darwaje pe jakar boli “maa ji ye muni to bahut gande hai mujhe bachhaiye.” Saasuji boli ” gande nahin beti uddhharak hai hara bhi uddhhar muniyo ne hi kiya hai karale. " I turned my head and saw Cook standing there with ayoung man just behind me, I could see the family resemblance. "Tony, thisis my son, Dylan." Oh hello," I said, "I am so glad you could come. Please excuse me if Idon?t get up and for my confusing appearance"."No worries," said Dylan, "it is nice to meet you. Dad has been tellingme your story and his ideas on what we should do next. We have beenwaiting for the Housekeeper to go across to the mainland before coming upto see you. Mum doesn?t. The man showing me around then told me Marcus was an asshole. I asked what made him an asshole and was simply told that was just who he was.I started working there and as time went on, I noticed that all the men did in fact think of Marcus as an asshole. I got along pretty well with him and he really got along well with the white secretaries. It was not a company secret that he had found his way into more than a few of their pants.A few months down the road and Marcus invited me to a party he. I told Adrianna in her hypnosis to relax and that she was going to feel a prick. I pushed the needle in and drugged her, enough to be sure she would not wake up for a few hours. I put the syringe on the side table to free my hands. They were shaking as I knelt next to her and began to push her tank tops up all the way to her neck. I stared at her chest. Her breasts were modest at best, but perky and held nicely by her bra. I reached behind her and unsnapped it, slipped the straps under her tank.