She: what about you?Me: I am having business of ****She: cool, so you are your own boss.Me: hmmm that’s reason I can manage my time.She: good good.M...: kitne baje sote hoShe: aaj sone ka man he nahi kar raha.Me: kyu husband ke yaad aa rahe hai?She: nahiMe: toShe: pata nahi but I want to meet you right now.Me: should I come?She: nahi jane do, waps koi dekhega to problem create karega.Me: hmmShe: let’s meet tomorrow.Me: okay sure.She: aapke gf ko pata chal gaya to?Me: she hardly get time for me. ”, Farhan said but it was too late as Bade Saheb was leading Savita out of the cubicle with his hands on her hips.Farhan stood up. He was in disbelief that it was happening again. Bade Saheb turned around, “Gujrat!” He mocked. “It’s morning and you are late with the calculations”Farhan’s rage crossed the saturation point. “What the hell, Bade Saheb”, he snapped.Savita and Bade Saheb turned around to find an angry face of Farhan. His face was red with anger and his eyes sparkled with pure. "Not some guy you don't know. OK?" I'm sorry, sweetie," she said contritely. "It's just that, well, it's kind of uncomfortable for me to talk about it to you." Susan, it's part of who you are," I said. "And I love you, who you are. Nothing's going to change that. But you've always been so reticent to talk about yourself, and I'd really like to know the things that shaped the person I love. What was it, child abuse? Poverty? Something bad?"She sighed. "I wish I could tell you it was any of those. Daddy turned his gaze to Cindy now. “Is this true, Missy?”“Yes, Sir. I’m very sorry, Unkie. Please don’t tell my Daddy…” she begged with pleading eyes. “I’m already in enough trouble as it is…”He sighed, unsure of what to do with this situation. Normally he would just spank us both, and then call Cindy’s Daddy to pick her up, but then a better idea crept into his head.“Can you keep a secret, Cindy?”“Yes, Unkie! What is it?!” she asked excitedly.“I’m going to let you cum, alright? But you can’t.