So let’s have fun. She was standing and thinking. I pulled her close to me and asked if she is okay. I placed my hand on her waist. Took it under he... navel. And held it tight. She turned towards me and asked if I would let her go after a session. I said yes.She sat on the bed and she removed her safety pin pinning her jacket and Saree. Her Saree pallu slides and fell down opening the view of her grown boobs and navel.I stood there and was seeing her assets which have been last seen a few years. “My information is fairly accurate...” he begins to explain when Cyra’s drumming her fingers on the arm of her chair prompts him to skip to the information. “In an attempt to move against you, Eris has begun turning the slave girls.”Cyra’s eyes narrow. “I’d expect something like this from Brady, but not you.”Rob’s eyes go wide and he waves his hands horizontally, back and forth. “I have kept myself out of that business. I assure you that I speak the truth, Mistress. I’m sure upon further. I just needed you, I hoped you remembered where we kissed when I left my puzzle piece.”I smile and blush, “well you know what this was the best night I had ever had in years but we didn't have protection or anything.”“Yeah I know.... I can get plan B if you want.”“Mmm, how about we just let whatever happens happen and I marry you next week? Don't think about it just say yes. Yes...Wait what? You sneaker... You... You're lucky I love you... Her voice trailed off and her eyes got wide eyed and. Bottle. He absentmindedly watched Brady do so, his left thumb tucked into the front pocket of his jeans, shifting his cowboy booted feet to equal distribution instead of one leg being cocked slightly. His slight belly showed his 36 years of age, and while he didn't like it, and wished he could find the consistent motivation to work out, his wife didn't mind, and his shirts still fit, including the plain white t-shirt he wore now."Yeah I don't mind the three, but the three inch- I wish I'd of.