Victoria had made several purchases recently in an effort to rebuild her wardrobe; not to mention a few choice items for Christopher. She reveled in h...r new found freedom, showing off her curves as she sauntered back and forth beside the room's large windows. They provided a nice view of the well-lit city below and the atmosphere was downright romantic.“Is this what you wanted to show me?” Christopher asked with a sheepish smile.“Not quite, but it's a nice spot to get to know each other, don't. I said chup bee you do not know what pain I have to go through to make you enjoy…After 2 minutes bhabi called me from the kitchen and I went there and she asked me to pull down a container from the top shelve as she was not able to reach.I stood behind her and stretched my one hand and kept the other on her hips and I knew I have the chance again and in the next moment I pulled her towards me and rubbed my cock on her soft and big ass.I pushed my cock on her ass and she pushed her back.I knew I. Maybe this was James' way of humiliating me further, becausehe always liked calling me a fag.I went downstairs to the kitchen and saw James at the breakfast table.My mother was kneeling at his feet, giving him a blowjob while he waseating a piece of toast. James motioned to me and I happily bouncedtoward him. He pointed to his cheek and almost instinctively I reacheddown and gave him a kiss and cheerily said, "Good morning daddy!" Hestarted laughing as he saw the look of disgust wash over my. Chris didn't even change his face, "Oh really? But it was your men who told the train to carry on; I didn't even take part in the 'riot' as you call it." He said.O'Neil raised the tape he'd taken from the CCTV rooms, "But this tape here will show you spraying the first bicycle, I've got you dead to rights." He gloated and was pleased to see Chris start to mutter under his breath, "I see you're worried now. Let me show you what I mean." He got up and went to a corner where there was a television.