Her navel was an innie - the sort guys like to tongue. It was adorned by three piercings placed top and two sided equally spaced around it.A Gold lame...mini skirt completed the ensombel. It had slits running up the front of each leg to the waist band and one in the middle of her back. Again it ran from bottom to the waist band.In short, should she twirl in a dance, all would be revealed - her knicker less ass and bald pussy. A jump or bending over would release her tits. Pity there were going to. After being offered positions with both companies and weighing them up, she finally decided to give one a try. Pn her first week, she went into their offices where they had a crew of women that worked from there. She was assigned a mentor that she would shadow and listen in on the calls for the first two days, then she would start taking calls while the mentor listened in on her.She soon found out though, that “sexy chat” meant more than just building a guy’s ego up, and the longer you could. Mainra pura khada tha…barsaat ka timain tha…to mainne chadar odh li…aur dhere dhere hilata rha nearly 30 min.Jub mainne dekha ki aunty soh gai h…mainne unke gaal pe haath phera…phir pait pe then taango pe…muje bhot maja aa rha tha…mainne unke lips…hips puri body k aise hi 5 min tak kia and then apna land nikala aur unke hath main raq dia and apne hath se daba dia…main bas hila na saka ki dhar tha ki khai jag na jaye…bas paka k raqa.Main thak gya…bas socha ki nikal lu…unka hath alag kia and. Please, God, she thought. She slid out the single sheet of paper. She was in. She was in. She felt like she’d reached the end of a long journey. Immediately, she got online to YouTube, and watched videos of Georgetown. Finally, she’d be getting out of this town. Her parents would be thrilled, but also maybe a bit worried as to how to pay for it. She didn’t care. She didn’t care if she had to borrow every cent of it (which she probably wouldn’t; her parents weren’t poor), she was going. They.