I don’t know. I could care a less about all the “rules”, what happened to just having fun?I found my way up to a cage over the dance floor and w...rked it. A sleek young skinny guy found his way up and danced behind me. The music was really pumping and the more I danced, the less I thought about all the bullshit that had been going on tonight and always. I worshipped the AC/DC God and lost all sense of place and time. I found myself rubbing and grinding against this guy I was dancing with. He was. The thought of what we will do later makes me feel sensationalAs I glance around, I notice another guy good looking mature on his own at a table perfectly positioned to watch my exhibitionThis excites me even more and I feel it rushing through my bodyI choose not to make hubby aware just yet and decide to put on a real show for the strangerMy hand is now on the inside of my open thigh and gently stroking my skinAll the time I am looking at my hubby, but I glance to check I have the stranger’s. Mene kha thik hai aur me uske ghar chala gya aur jab gate khula to wo samne khadi thi black jeans aur white transparent top me.Uski black color ki bra saaf nazar aa rai thi usne muje undar bulaya aur bethne ko kha me gya aur sofe me jake beth gya wo gai aur juice le aai mene juice piya aur usse bat karne laga kuch der bad mene pucha baki kaha he to usne btaya ki wo akeli hai mene pucha to muje ku bulaya tha tumne itna kehte hi muje pasina aane laga aur kafi ajeeb sa feel hone lga mene usse kha. Meiersdottir had sharply challenged the SES public relations head, Roger Allenda, about this particular booking. "All he wants is to use us as patsies to push his religion," she'd complained. But Allenda had assured her that the broadcaster had agreed to stay completely off religious topics, and she'd finally, reluctantly, consented. Five minutes into the interview, though, there they were back to religion."Andros, I thought we'd agreed not to get into religious doctrine," she said flatly."Why.