At precisely 4.15pm on the afternoon of the third of January, the coffee chop at the corner of Hunter and Bligh had five women waiting for their coffe..., in front of the espresso machine. There was no way of knowing under the circumstances that each of these women were named Emily.On the other side of the world, in the New York City peak hour four strangers (three women and a man) were sitting on the same train each reading copies of "Paradise Lost."At 5.15am a factory worker in Chilli woke with. Let me describe her she is 5’5″ fair skinned, round waist-ed women and her structure she 33-28-35 (measured) her ass knocks out the breath every time i see it. In my previous post i had explained the start of my relationship with my maid latha. and now it was had been 2 weeks already from my first encounter and i could still remember the way she moaned. I was masturbating heavily thinking of that incident. we could not have another session as my mother was always in the home. we used to give. She stopped long enough to ask,"Is that a good size umbrella for your table customers, Mister Jacob?"The muscular middle aged man thanked Bettina for her quick response and offered her a free hot dog. She was not really a hot dog person but she took it because it seemed like the right thing to do to accept the generosity. She was careful to keep the mustard away from her white silk blouse and Mister Jacob gave her several napkins to help her out. It was still too early for customers and he. "You have found him," I said is my most courtly Charleston accent.His face broadened into a smile. "Hello, then, Jack," he said. "I'm Richard Ashley."So this was Richard, to whom I'd spoken so often on the phone but had never actually seen. At times I'd envisaged him as Goliath, this massive man of formidable powers and strength. Yet here he was in person, no larger or stronger or more imposing than the average man I'd meet in the street.But I had a role to play."Good evening to you, Mr..