"and partly hunashif. It is a traditional herb, burnt in the halls of the seragla, the harems, to sooth and relax the man's wives and concubines." Who...needs relaxing, you or me?" said Henry as Victoria lay back on the cushions."Let's just say we believe in a more, ah, intimate relationship between a bank and its customers than might be the custom in Europe." Hmmm," said Henry thoughtfully, the expression of doubt and curiosity dragged out by the intoxicating effect of the hunashif."Mmmm,". Amar mone hochhillo je pishi hath diye amar laura tar oopor kono jadoo tona kore diyeche. Takhon ami pishir hath ta dhore amar laura tar oopor thekesoriye diye pishir komor joriye pishi ke bichanar dike niye gelam. Bichanar kache giye jhoop kore bichna te upur hoye shueye porlo aar amar dike takiye hanste laglo. Takhon ami pishir farsha farsha, bhara bhara, chekna uru duto hath diye phank kore dilam aar amar thont niye giye pishir roshe bhora guuder phutor oopore rekhe dilam. Amar thont ta. . . no one told me about that,” whispered Tyler, still wanking the boys cock on the other side of the board. What an embarrassment she thought; if all of a sudden she would have to suck a boy’s cock, just a few feet away from her younger sister.“Times up,” said Johnson. “Whose HARD cock is in your hand?”“Uhhhhh . . . I think it is Dave’s . . . no it’s Jacks’, she said loud enough for the boy in the back to hear.“Wrong!” someone screamed. “Start sucking my cock . . . right now!” Carly couldn’t. He had mapped my body from head to toe, paying attention to thinnest details. How impressive! This guy never looked at me in the eye, yet x-rayed my physical self like no other. In fact, even my husband may have not seen the mole on the back of my hips in nearly two years.That night, I couldn’t sleep. He was on my mind. I lustily felt how he would be on top of me, and how he would suck on my tits. I made designs of his cock. I imagined about the size and thickness that would make me mad with.