How’s your son?She: he is ok.Me: are you happy seeing meShe did not reply and went out of my room.I followed her with the cup of tea and saw that sh... had pulled all curtains in or dining area she was ready for the show. She went inside the kitchen and asked me what she should prepare for breakfast. I again asked the same what I had asked but she didn’t reply at the same time she came out to take something from fridge then I held her anchal and she smiled and told me to leave her but I pulled. Im not going to leave it just because of that cheating liar. Cassie was at a loss for words. She never dreamed Dave and Becky were having problems. No one really knows what goes on behind closed doors, she thought. As she made her way across the street to her home, she felt something she hadnt expected. Dave left, Becky was alone, and Cassie was envious. Mark was stretched out in his recliner, watching basketball. He barely acknowledged Cassies presence when she sat down on the sofa to tell him. Raised platforms dot the interior, some with poles running up to the ceiling. Every platform has a woman dancing in revealing lingerie, swimsuits, or nothing at all. Well, not EVERY platform. A quick deduction suggests that the empty platforms would be worked by the girls who are currently working some men’s laps instead. A couple of the dancers seem to be into it, but most look embarrassed or downright humiliated. As they should be. You’d never be caught dead doing something so disgraceful.. Then, almost as one,they assumed the desired posture and gave the hoped for tight hip shake.Mr. Prand asked Ted if he wanted to be touched. Of course, putting itthat way, suggesting that Ted desired it, changed the situation, and theunlucky maid hesitated. His tormenter savored the way Ted squirmed, hismental discomfort made physical.After long seconds Ted said, in a small soft voice, "Yes, Sir. I...want you to... touch me." And WHERE do you want me to touch you, Teedles?" On my bum." He.