I was not sure what she meant. ‘I don’t think I can claim any credit,’ I replied. ‘You bet you can,’ she retorted. ‘Here, hun, let me buy ...ou a drink.’ I realised she had skilfully directed our steps into a side street where a pub was tucked away. Weakly, maybe, I allowed myself to be steered inside, but I insisted on getting the drinks. We nestled at a small table in the corner. She accepted her drink with another radiant smile and leant forward. ‘Jim, honey,’ she said in a low but excited. Daksha madam was around 35 years ,fair, little fatty with big boobs and big ass, when she walk her butts were dancing , and many times when she bend , her dress or sometimes gown incert in her ass crack. She was sexy lady , but she used to hide her feelings opposite me. Pinky was fair, thin , not very thin with nice shaped boobs and good ass . She was looking vey sexy , becase after divorce may be nobody was fucking her. She likes me , but it was only upto talking .One day for she had one. We started a game of cards. We three were sitting at a small, round table. Nikita was to my left. She drank just one cocktail the whole evening. Abhishek was drinking faster than me. Maybe I should say, I was drinking slowly so that I don’t get fully drunk.After 10 minutes into the game, I moved my left hand under the table, onto Nikita’s thighs. Nikita looked into my eyes. I moved my hand deeper, towards her inner thighs, pressing them gently. Abhishek was busy deciding his move, while I was. . I mean, Mr. Perry?" Dutch is fine, Peggy go on." Rolf took his driver's license." Great!" he barked, "Go on." Um, that's all I have. I thought for a minute that Rolf had given it to me, but he must have kept it himself." Have you called the police?" I don't know," he said, then went on. "Kathy isn't feeling too well and when you do that... well they tend to make the victim feel guilty as hell. Most women who file charges like that regret it afterward. I really respect those who do, but God.