There's some text at thebottom about wine and romance and blah, blah, blah.You probably guessed that Tony got the contract and it was the job thatenab...ed his fledgling advertising agency to really take off. What youdidn't know was that I was the woman in the picture. Denise had gotten meinto the dress, made up my face, dangled a rhinestone earring in place ofmy little plain hoop, and placed a brunette wig cut in a chin lengthpageboy on my head.Before I say something stupid like, "the rest is. Unhone mujhe dheere se ek chanta mara aur boli kitna khayaal rakhta hai tu apni chachi ka. Unhone kaha chal ab main teri malish karti hoon. Main ek dum tayar ho gaya. Unhone meri tshirt aur vest utaar di. Phir wo boli main teri malish to karungi par tel se nahi. Maine kaha matlab. Wo boli abhi samjhati hoon.Unhone mujhe ek zor ka lip lock diya. Wo mujhe thodi der tak hotoon aur face pe kiss karti rahi aur phir boli aur tayaar hoja. Main dekh raha tha ke wo aakhir karne kya wali hai. Wo meri. It isn't a cruel, laugh. It was more a laugh of satisfaction. Some alien joy. She wasn't laughing at me, or with me. Her voice is always light like crystal bells. She teases me some more. She moves so that my dick is rubbing against her. Each time she does this I hope she's simply using her juices as lube, but every time she continues the teasing. She eventually giggles and finally begins. She grabs my dick at it's base and lowers herself onto me. In one tantalizingly slow motion she moves down. Finally, they were finished with her and she limped back over to her little one and they wheeled their wagon down the road to the market hoping to sell enough cabbage to restock their seed supply for the following year. It had been a hard winter for the farms in the area and that was a severe problem because it followed a hard draught from the year before.My six followers and I followed along behind the girl and I could tell she was hurting because she was finding it difficult to push the cart.