”“One day I will. I want to become the best miner I can, though, and help you as much as possible. We’ve received an order from Ysolda in Whiter...n, actually, for iron ore. But there’s a problem.”What is it?”“Spiders. We’re not sure where they came from, but they’ve infested the mine. It’s called Redbelly mine, because of the red mist that flows through the mine. It smells like the sulfur vents. Anyway, it’s the lifeblood of the town, and now that you’ve healed me, I want to prove myself the. Me: Okay, okay. Tell me naa what you want from me? I was trying to get straight to the shopkeeper. Pyaremohan: Umm… let me think… Okay! Yeah! There is .. there is one way… but… you don’t … Ummm! Can you do it? Me: (my face as if glowed up seeing a ray of hope) What? Sure! I can do it! Tell me! Pyaremohan: See Madam I am telling you frankly… we had planned a couple of ads for our products on cable TV and had fixed a model for Rs. 5000/- to act in that. Now… if you can do it, I will surely save. " My wife's good mood return and she asked our guest if he wanted a drink. We had a couple drinks and some snacks. Gary sat on the couch and I sat next to him. My wife sat in the overstuffed chair and began glaring at us.I stated, "A watched pot never boils." She replied, "Well, if you turn on the heat, it might start!" I took her cue and placed my hand on Gary's lap. He responded in kind. We began to stroke each other's cock and the desired results were beginning. My cock was straining against. The table dance continued, with Laurie drawing off Katherine’s shirt and slacks, leaving the paler girl in white bra and panties. Their hands moved over each other’s skin, teasing and caressing. Their kisses were languid, but still sensual, deep and passionate, as if they were merely testing their lust for each other. Laurie stepped down from the table, and now it was Katherine’s turn to dance for her. She looked amazing. Of course, she was completely out of my reach, a good friend – a good.