Mera to jeyse man main laddu futne laga.Masti main maine us din zada hi muth maar dia.Fir agle din se wo kaam karne ageyi.Saree pehenke.Aysi maal lag ...ahi thi k koi nehi bolega ye naukrani hay.Uski fig 34-30-36 ho geya tha.Mujhe dekh kar reshmi smile karne lagi aur causlly baat karne lagi.Kiu ki mummy thi ghar par.Mera padai aur wo pichla chot k ware main pucha aur smile karne lagi.Main samajh geya tha iske irade v kuch aur hi hay.Main v reshmi ko chodne ka mauka dhundta raha but nehi mila.Fir. He had not expected that reaction to what was merely a slip of the tongue. He was highly intrigued.The agent was intrigued too - by the 'family'. The boy called the distinguished foreign client 'Dad', while the extremely good looking young woman called him 'George'. A 'younger model', perhaps, but neither of them wore rings. Perhaps Norwegians didn't. Only, the young woman's English sounded different from the males'. The agent wasn't good at accents, but the young woman sometimes sounded like. Suchi is a bomb shell and she knows it. He is five feet in height with a perfect figure. Her ass is rounded and her tits just lusty. She walks with a sexy gait and is attractive to males. She goes to the gym regularly and told me that she meets interesting people. She has spoken a lot about a guy called Salim who works in a call center. I’ve met him once but that is about it. He is definitely better looking than me and quite a stud.But I never knew that they were serious. It was a Thursday. “Committed the crime of murdering a fellow inmate, no less than on his first day in my sector!”The crowd was dead silent. No one dared to whisper in front Guard Chou Ferk’s current temper.“To those who joined today, let the punishment that will soon ensue to engrave this to your souls ... you are the property of the Rakmon Penitentiary! Those to your right, your left, in front and behind are, too, the property of the Rakmon Penitentiary! By killing a fellow inmate, you steal from the Rakmon.