She was in a white saree with a red border and a dark red blouse.Showing her navel and left boob from the left through a little gap. She is the perfec... woman to be fucked by me. I saw the groom. He held the child and asked him. The child showed his finger toward me from the stage. I was smiling, looking at him.The bride was busy talking to her relatives and friends. I gestured for him to look in the phone pouch. It was a note written by me. It said, “Come and meet me in the groom’s dressing. They had in mind to use three basic house designs but vary the appearances via Peio's prefab walls.Ron and I indicated that we were interested in investing in such a project and also we had several lots of land available close to town. Peio suggested he get in touch with the two builders and if they were interested we could have another meeting. All in all a productive day.With Jess back in the saddle I decided to take some time to look around the Milk factory, the place intrigued me, it was. Oh shit, am I going to get caught, the watchman is a young person, should be between 30-35. He went around the cellar in search of the intruder.Meanwhile the pose in which I am sitting has opened my love hole to the cold breeze of the night. I going weak and also afraid, what if I am caught? What if he doesn’t like me naked? Will he wake up everybody? All these questions are running in my mind while my body is becoming weaker and weaker. The watchman has locked the gate and this time with a. And Curtis told Jen a new one was coming the very next day, and right here in midtown Manhattan.I found out later that Curtis, and nine other guys at the firm, would chip in and rent a suite at each convention. In many of the contiguous states and some foreign ones, too, such as The Bahamas, Puerto Rico, Canada, and even Hawaii. They called this suite their hospitality suite, and all it needed was a willing hooker to provide the hospitality. Which, to hear Curtis tell it, they never failed to.