Charles made frequent trips to Brussels as he and his fellow Civil Servants of all the member states tried to make sense of the unworkable agreements ...he politicians had negotiated and signed. ‘Good girl! See you this evening.’ He gave her a brief kiss on the cheek and then went out to the waiting car. She spent the day sorting through Charles’s clothes, laying out shirts with matching ties. Then handkerchiefs, underpants and socks sufficient for the week. She would take three of his suits to. Lakin maine turat unko apni bahon main bhar liya aur piche se unke chootad kas kar pakde mera lund unke pet par dab raha tha.Maine churi par jaan buch kar hath mara .To cak eka tukda unke gale main kamiz ke ander ghus gaya.Bhabhi ne kaha yeh kiy kiya devar ji sab cake aapne mera dhoodhon par gira diya.Maine kaha bhabhi koi baat nahi main abhi ise saaf kardeta hun maine bhabhi ki kamiz ko sholdes se pakar kar niche kardiya aur bhabhi ka pura sina khul gaya unke adhe mumme mujhe dikh rahe tha cak. I love watching her chest heave in her tank-top camisole as she watches me mince about on those damned six inch heels. If I spill anything from a tray, she picks up her cane from the coffee table and makes me bend over, my hairy butt looking ridiculous in contrast with the fishnet thigh highs.?Edie, you’re a bad girl!? Stella says, and she lands the cane sharply across my tender globes fifteen to twenty times as I grasp my ankles, weeping. Later on in the evening we cuddle a bit (unless she has. I’m real fun.”“Me too. You going to party tonight?”“…Yeah. Yeah, I am.”I don’t remember the rest very well; we hustled past the bouncers (but one made a show of patting me down for weapons, the thinnest excuse to put his hands on my thighs and tits and back and ass. I let him. I liked it.), and then into the club itself. Music pounding. Beer belly has me by the wrist, takes me downstairs to the private lounge.He buys me drinks. I drink them.He introduces me to his friends- men like him, or.