I wandered off ... on the way out the door I spied a new machine; twenty dollar slots. People were stopping by and playing it once ... like a last gas... to win something. What the fuck ... I fed a twenty to the one armed bandit. I had already laughed and turned away when the machine went crazy. I won a million dollars.Security went berserk. The manager came out with a photographer and a big cardboard check. I got my picture taken about a million times and a cashiers check ... and a tax. At least she longer had to listen to the increasingly irritating comments of plain and simple working men as they passed open mouthed and admiringly by her. Fine fellows, the proletariat, but possessing, alas, a sadly restricted vocabulary, for the most part - and she had never been partial to obscenity! There is a limit to the number of times one is flattered by being told one has a "fucking lovely bum, and great tits, darling!"And THEN! She passed a large plate glass window and saw herself. She could fall in love with a man such as this. Did, years ago. ‘Let me up for a moment,’ she gasps after a second. ‘I need to close out that remote session at work and shut my laptop down. It’ll only take a second.’ ‘Okay. But be quick about it. I have plans for you tonight,’ he grins at her. This is the playful Sue that he married, that he pledged his faithfulness to, for better or for worse. This is the woman he loves, not the cold, calculating, militant feminist who manipulates their. Pari said so you done with my Father in law too. You are very kinky bitch.Bibi ji told your dad to get massage from me. Your dad was lloking tired after long day of work.He agree to get massage. Bibi ji called me to tell me to give massage to your dad. Dad had underwear all the cloths were off him. He lay on bed on his stomach. I got on bed and started to massage him on his back. Then moved to his legs. As I stroke on his leg I started to go little up to his groan. He still had his underwear.