That’s okay; I’ll send one to John’s address, the general office mailbox, and a copy to the Marshal.I included the MP3 file in the e-mail so any...ne who saw the message would be curious enough to listen to it. On the cc: of the e-mail to the Marshal, I included the note, “Listen to this and be sure to send the man to Dale Carnegie.” I figured he would get a laugh out of that.The time on the PC said six thirty. Oh boy, less than three hours sleep. I can see this is going to be a tough day. I went. Maine phle apni naak un pr charo trf rgdi phr kis kiya phr uske gulabi nippl pr kis kiyaphr use chusa aur phr pure chuche muh me lekar chsne laga.Bhtttt maja aa rha th phr maine ek hath uski lower k upr se uski chut pr pherne lga ohhh kya mulayam aur phuli hui chut thi uski ab uska hath mere underwear me uska chuche mere muh me aur chut mere hath me thi phrMain neeche ki trf bdne lga apne mal k asli mal ki trf log use chut phuddi vagina g spot aur pta n kya kya khte hai pr mai use apne mal ka. “I thought you said I was playing with fire, touching you there,” I whispered. “I said, ‘be careful,’ I didn’t say ‘stop,” she whispered back. I reached up inside Katy’s top, and touched her left breast, through her bra, and I gelt the nipple harden slightly. I had never fondled a girl’s breast, but I touched her nipple though the material, taking it between my thumb and first finger, and stroked her there a couple of times. Katy flinched and took a sharp little breath. “You get an A plus for. . are you quite finished...groping me !!!" she said again.The old man seemed to get very aroused at his control over my wife."Go on girl...." he grunted, "show how you dance !" No...I will not!" she said to him but he just smiled and told her to do as he ordered. She looked at me and I didn't know what to do.I nodded to her and told her that it would be okay for her to dance for this old man.With that, my shy wife Nazneen began to undulate right there in the dimly lit shop. She shook her.