He came to me and said Dear…I am Naveen Sharma, Iam Mr.Sharmas son. I saw you two days back with my dad fucking him hard.. I became mad and want’s...to fuck you too telling this he came and hugged me. I pushed him and said “Iam not that kind of women.The relationship with your dad is something different and I don’t want to fuck his son. Naveen immediately told me that “Darling Iam mad and crazy on you and wants to fuck you atleast once.I promise you I will not trouble you after that” telling this. I could see that his imagination was running riot; maybe he had the same video as I had. To increase his pleasurable discomfort, I slipped my hand into his and smiled sweetly into his shocked face.A few hundred yards and a couple of turns later, we entered a bright and gaudily lit shop. There were rows of DVDs on the shelves, magazines in racks on a wall, and a second section further back in the shop where I could see manekins in strange poses wearing a range of scanty lingerie, sex outfits and. I would show up after hours and do whatever needed done, clean up new items he bought, do the heavy lifting, deliver anything that needed it. The owner, his name is Don, lived behind the shop in a small apartment and usually after I was done with whatever needed doing we would have a few beers before I left.One night after I was done with my work I was getting a beer out of the fridge and noticed a box filled with a bunch of old stag movies. I was looking at then when Don came in and told me. It was around 7 pm when Sohini called for a break. I was relieved. I had never concentrated so hard in my life as I did for those 3 hours although two pairs of great boobs made it very difficult.Sohini: Ok,let’s take a break. I will bring some snacks. Let’s eat something and then we will start again. After all I am your host.” Yeah,make sure you give us enough to eat and drink” ,Abhi said with a wink. I really didn’t know what it was supposed to mean and that point I really didn’t want to.