She knew now why, of course, but the knowledge did nothing to make her feel better about herself. The folder opened to reveal four files. Videos. E...ch taken on a different day by a camera hidden in Phillip's study. It was a violation of their privacy agreement, but Elizabeth felt justified in doing it after the fact. The first three videos were nothing of importance. The camera was triggered by motion, each time Phillip went into his office. The feed was broadcast wirelessly to. I was parying to god that she does something that was running in my mind. Ranjini ma’am after a brief period of silence said “since you are so obsessed with my breasts, i will give you an opportunity…………………… to……………. Hmmmm….. Yeah… an opportunity… to see them and …………..maybe even feel them. But you have to promise that you will never tell anyone about what happens in here, not even your closest friends.” i was pleasantly surprised with the turn of events… i immediately promised her that i would. It was essentially our honeymoon after years blessed with the fortune...of staying at home to care for the kids. It had taken a lot of effort and patience to finally convince her that we could take some time for ourselves. But there we were, our second day in the Caribbean, doing our best to forget everything but ourselves for a small while.The sex the night before had been fantastic. Just the vibe of the place, it seemed, had broken through our respective tensions, and opened up our libidos.. What do you want now? Should we give anesthesia now too?He looked at me and smiled naughtily.Shyam: I think there will be no need of itShyam: first print SLUT in the back side of the neck. It should be clearly visible. The font should be in some Chinese.Shopkeeper: okay sir.He began to start his work. He told me to lie upside down and printed SLUT in my back neck.Shopkeeper: what next sir?Shyam: print sketch of a nude man just below the abdomen on both side. The cock of the men should point at.