“I was wondering where you were. Where were you?’ she asked. “Not important” I replied.”The question is: what to do with you?” “I think...you can figure out something to do” she replied.I looked at her for a moment, then the idea hit me. “I’ll be back!” I said, leaving the room.I knew what I wanted, retrieved those items and returned to my bedroom.I stripped off my clothing and climbed on top of her, positioning myself so that my cock was near her face. I took my cock and rubbed it all over her. " She blushed again as she glanced up at me."Your vulva? Your cunt?" I interjected, realizing she might not have the right word for such an intimate part of her body. "Either word is right for the sex parts between your legs. Vulva is the nicer word, and cunt is the more common word." All right, thank you .. my vulva. I will remember that." She smiled at me gratefully and continued."I don't mean to be discouraging, but I think a micro bikini like this .. I would need time to get used to. How to solve this problem at hand and just what the fuck am I going to do about my unfaithful wife? After I finished my beer, I finalized my plan and a trip to Radio Shack was on my agenda. I talked with a sales clerk; he seemed to understand what I wanted. He set me up with a good voice-activated recorder, with two mikes and extra flash drives. I also got a 36-picture roll of 800 speed 35 mm film for my Cannon EOS Rebel camera. This film is very good in low light situations. I priced nanny. I thought may be he did not understand what I said, so I asked him whether he knew where he had to go. He said he was finding it tough to negotiate with the rickshaw guy because of the language barrier.I do not know what got into me and I asked the guy that should I drop him up to Rose garden. He was more than happy and he hopped on my kinetic on the pillion seat. We reached Rose garden in no time and I dropped him at one of the entrances nearest to sector 17.When he got down, he introduced.