This same thing occurred the next consecutive two days where she would press her self to the window and allow him to feel her breasts though she did n...t actually show him her breasts. On day 4 when he tried to do this she refused point blank. Khishore asked why, she replied, “you do all this and go away i am left here for the rest of the day with nothing to satisfy me and remaining hot through out the day”. He told her, i can do everything you want but the door is locked, sushila must have been. As he made his way down the isle, he waved.His soon to be wife, Jamila, was back from Thailand, and she, and Douglas, were both there his time.She winked at the Boss , smiled, and blew him a kiss.I fuckin' hated Jamila. The travestido bitch, killed my lover a few years ago; I can't prove it, but I know she did; or at least had something to do with it.At any rate, Douglas, seemed dazed. You could tell he was heavily on crack.I remembered thinking, "Some fucking body guard; shit, Jamila could. Mein bhi meri chaati taane khadi thi haath kamar par rakhke. Usaki nazar mere chati par aur meri badi gol ubhari hui gaand pe thi. Usake bulane par mein raat ko 9.30 baje usake office mein pahuchi. Wo bola naukri lagawa dunga agar to mujhse lagwa legi to. Mein boli manjur hai lekin phir pure society ka kaam aur pagar sirf mein lungi. Usane office ka darwaja band kiya aur bola har pagar ke baad ek baar mere paas aana mein boli thik hai. Usane uski pant se lund nikala aur meine mera ghaghra upar. " Oh, that's still affordable there."I sipped my Margarita as she sipped her drink slowly. I offered her another drink.when she was done with hers. She smiled and answered. "Yes, I'd like another one Rachael, thank you." I asked the bartender, Brandi, for another lemon lime Margarita and got another one for myself also. We kept chatting as she seemed to be so interested in me. I asked what she did for a living. It seems she was a banking clerk for Bank of the Nation. She said that she likes it.