Bhupi: aunti theek bol rahi hai tu apna maal nikaal aur ja nahin to agar koi tumko dhoondatey upar aa gaya to fir galat ho jayega.Deepu: aunti andhar ...i daal doon maal kyaMom: josh mein hosh mat kho do bahar nikaal ke floor pe gira dena apna soupDeepu: nahin aunti floor pe nahin giroonga aapkay mummaon pe daloongaMom: nahin nahin kurta ganda ho jayegaDeepu: chalo gaand pe daalnay doMom okay daal lo gaand to kissi ko thodi dikhayee degi.Fir eka ek deepu tez ho gaya aur usnay apna lund mom ki. Names aren't determined by nature, nor is one name for a thing more correct than another. Hermogenes notes that the name of a servant can be changed and that the new name is just as correct as the old." Well, Hermog ... whatever is right. We can call anything whatever we want." Many people don't think so. Non-westerners in South America and in Africa and here believe that everything has a true name. And knowing that name results in power. We call him 'Patrick', but the nungungi will lead him. One day I was getting my car washed and I over heard the watchmen that Rekha has been seen getting cozy with one other servant and they have complained to the society to move her out, that’s when my plan started.Once I came home, my mother was yelling on her and told her move out, then I intervened and I spoke to my mother, told her that we need to make her sleep in the house, in the kitchen (which is next to my bedroom), as she was a great help and getting domestic help was very difficult. Slowly holding her ass he lifted her up kissing her mouth again laying her gently onto the hotel bed standing in front of her he admired how toned her body was and how beautifully shaped her breasts were. He had never been with a woman so much younger and he had never approved of large age gaps but as he stared at her he didnt feel he was doing anything wrong she looked up at him smiling slowly parting her legs and rubbing herself through her pants lightly he felt he would burst his pants open.