Muje dekte dekte chala gaya aur door bhand kar le usse bhad aaftrnoon me (around 1 o clock) ayye aur o kud mere se bhat karne lagi . .mere baare mepuc...ne lagi kaha rehete kya karta a opchre te. o muj se bhat karre te me usse boob dekra ta ais ra ta ke me daba daba ke juice nikaldu o notic karre magar kuch nai bole.bhat karte karte 2 baj gaya .tab o bole muje jana a mere husband anne wala a . toh me bola ja ja jaldi phone ing o ra. .again gusse medek chala gye. . . ussa ka husband such me ayya. . But I’ve never wanted to do it myself. That’s never been a fantasy of mine. It’s like watching lesbian porn – I enjoy it, but I’ve got no interest in doing it.”“Okay then...” Smiles Jenna, warming to her guest. “ ... So how do we get from ‘I like to watch it’ to ‘I want to do it’?”Our guest sighs, “Ahh ... Like I said, I’ve had really bad luck with men ... I’ve been beaten, and abused, and used by just about every man I’ve ever been with ... So I want to make a break from that life ... My old. "There seems to be a interesting mixture of people on this tour." Yes, often we don't get your sort" he said, and nudged me teasingly."What do you mean 'my sort'?" I asked"Oh, you know, gorgeous, young and sexy," Luke said, smiling.I blushed not knowing what to say, his overt flirting catching me off guard. Luke then explained that he didn't mean to embarrass me. "The Australian sense of humour can take a bit of getting used to." he explained."Ah, but I am Australian," I replied."Really?" Luke. He had paid more attention to her shoes, though. That, he confessed, was a weakness of his. He knew just which pair she had worn every day for the last week and, of course, the pair she had been wearing on Wednesday. That had been a pair of white and tan court shoes with low heels, the tan leather stitched in contrasting white, the toes slightly rounded. He remembered them well. His job required him to have a good memory but he sometimes surprised himself with the level of detail he could.