”“Oh, the big platforms like Etsy and eBay and Amazon created protocols to weed out the fakes. But that doesn’t address the problem of eternal-r...currence.”“Which is?”“Unless the authorities seize and destroy the counterfeit goods, the posters are just put back in the online marketplace.”“You have an example to show me?”We moved into a conference room where a framed poster — Roy Lichtenstein’s “Crying Girl” — was sitting on an easel. I had two of his prints at home and I said, “Looks real to. After several chats the same day we exchanged our whatsapp no and stared to chat daily till midnight regarding naughty stuffs, on my class girls and etc. We exchanged our pics. Wow. What’s I saw? I can’t believe my eyes. She was gorgeous in her saree with sleeveless blouse. Had a nice and good sized boobs and flat tummy. I praised her. In height, curves in all sense she was sexy. Normal color. Our conversations continued like normal( Mean with naughty stuffs) till Wednesday On Wednesday that’s. "But how do we make playing with his dick a punishment, not something he'll enjoy," Ann asked."While we play with his dick, he has to eat your pussy," my bridge partner said. "Let's go to my bedroom."She led me, now naked, to her bedroom and told me to lie down on the bed on my back. The girls followed into the bedroom. "If you don't want him to eat your pussy, he can eat mine," my bridge partner said."No, he can eat me and I'll grind my pussy into his face," Ann said as she began to get out. I can hear Kyle’s breathing speeding up a little. I rise up on my knees as my kisses get higher. This time, I run my hands from his hips back to his ass and squeeze it as I kiss the tip of his cock. He gasps slightly. I just barely lick the tip, then trace my tongue all around the head, teasing him. He starts stroking my hair, looking down at me the whole time. Kyle is very visual…I know he doesn’t want to miss watching me do this to him. I put my lips around his cock and go down an inch or.