Yetsomehow the vision of the collared girl fucking herself on the lap of the fully clothedcustomer in the private lap dance room and the bartenders wo...ds noting that becauseshe had forfeited all right to modesty and privacy she was somehow free to let herselfbe used like a total slut without feelings of recrimination, kept looping endlessly in hermind as she compared herself to the collared girl the bartender said belonged toHawk. Spike said she belonged to him and Sydney would make sure he. Then she suddenly clutched my hand hard, pulled herself up and virtually leaped into my arms.Calm was crucial. I held her and said soothing things: "It's over, it's OK, nothing happened, you're all right," on and on, putting it in the past not only for her but for me. After a bit she started sobbing, first lightly then full out, clinging to me harder for minutes on end until the sobs finally began turning to gasping breaths and then, at last, easier, and her grip began to slacken. I let go of. Of arguably equal importance, was the discussion about what to do to get Tom back in form, as far as servicing his wife was concerned. He couldn't help the guilt feelings, even after he confessed everything.Beth's solution was just as unconventional as everything else had been. What she had gone shopping for was lingerie, both for her and Carly. It was slinky, sexy lingerie. Basically, she and Carly put some on and modeled it for him. He reacted. Then Beth told him he could have Carly ... but. Pagal aadmi. Ab lo wo to chala gaya mughe sunna parta hai ke teri beti gand marwana nahi janti hai?? Bolo kitna na insafi hai jamai babu.!” She said passionately.Then she put her arms around me holding me a tight embrace while she planted her huge lips on mine and we started kissing each other passionately. “Apana man mut chota kar . Aaa Jaa bacchae , aaa apne maa kae bahon me. Thumae doodh pilati hoon.”Saying this she pushed me against the table grabbed one of her breasts and thrust its nipple.