. My dick twitched.Sexy women in uniforms getting so wet and juicy for me danced through my thoughts.My pussy clenched.They would get so wanton. They�...�d have to strip-search me.Oh, my, what is this in your panties? a sultry voice purred in the sudden fantasy that beset me. What sort of naughty contraband are you smuggling in there?I shuddered. What was wrong with me? Why was my brain trying to turn everything into sex?My dick ached and throbbed as I hurried away from the kiosk, checked in for my. "What are you wearing?" she asked, a smile in her voice."What am I wearing? --Is this an obscene phone call?" Could be," she said. "You want to know what I'm wearing?" I know you're going to tell me," I said."I'm wearing a blue polka-dot dress with a white collar," she said. "And white shoes, with ankle straps." Oh. OK." I had expected her to tell me she was wearing Chanel Number 5, or perhaps some other, updated variation on the old Marilyn Monroe tease-line."But -- you're not wearing any. " "Sorry," the guard replied, "but, for all I know, you could have a grenade hidden inside your cunt." Cunt! Susan knew that she should be offended, even outraged, by the guard's use of the obscene term to describe her genitals. No self-respecting woman would have tolerated the use of such an expression. However, Susan had lost all self-respect years ago. She trembled with shame, but she did not protest; she did not refuse to comply with the guard's order. Her face burning with humiliation, she. After coming backs he talked about him very much and told me that they have given e mail id to each other. After one month she told me that the guy had send her a e mail that he is in us now and he got engaged with an Indian girl. Later she told me that he had told her that if he had not seen that girl earlier, he would have proposed my friend. She really became happy with this. Then she told me that she used to chat with him. Then I don’t know what all things happened in between till I hear.