I'm sure my Master has a telescope. Or binoculars. Filthy pervert! I wonder how long this has been going on. Not for long, that's for sure. I just got...this apartment a couple of months ago. It's so perfect for me. What exactly did he see? I can't get this out of my mind. Did he see me making out with my girlfriend Tiffany? Me on my knees and Tiffany standing with her legs spread wide, enjoying my tongue working her pussy. Oh my god! That was in front of the window! What if he made pictures of. ..? Are you serious?” stammered Ahkbar, staring at me incredulously.“Oh, certainly! I am sure that they will assist you in your every need.”With this I gave a sly wink to James, who started. “By Jove, I must meet this Mrs. Pembleton! Make sure she gets invited to the wedding, even if I have to pay her steamship ticket myself!”So, our plans were finalized. Ahkbar would take his leave after Thanksgiving, in Mid-December, traveling with Siobhan to Boston, from where he would take a liner to. The limo reached the hotel in Malad. The driver opened the door, and said, ‘You know his usual suite, right?’ There was a slight hint of condescension in that question. But Mansi ignored it and nodded. She walked into the lobby. This was the first time she had been there since that fateful day. Very little had changed, except for a new sculpture in the corner. There were still well-dressed people milling about. And a small line in front of the reception. She walked to the lift and went up to. Why?S: Panties are soft. I like it. It’s not my usual brand.Me: Hmm, it’s not your brand.S: You want my pussy to be soft. (She sends with naughty smiley)Me: Haha. I want you to be soft. What about Bra?S: Bra is good. Did you notice my huge melon over a dress? I wore a new bra today.Me: Yes, I noticed your new blue bra. Accidentally I saw your cleavage at lunchtime.S: Duffer! It’s not accidentally. I have intentionally shown you.Me: Still awake?S: Yes, my hubby just finished sex with me, and he.