Not boring you more with the details. This happened almost 2 months ago.There were issues going between me and my boyfriend due to less time as he was... always busy with his work and never gave me enough time. I started getting upset as he started ignoring me. I was fed up with his behavior and told him that we should take a break.Although I was not happy with this as I wanted to be with him always, I thought giving some space to both of us would help to sort out the matter.One day I called up my. Mera land me ni boluga ki 7-8 inch ka hi mera land 6 inch me toda sa chota hi par lagbhag 5 inch choda uska topa hi jo ki jada jaruri hi ladki ke liyeDosto ye bat hi karib 3 sal pehle ki mere ghar me 1 nokrani ati thi kam karne gar me jhadu pocha bartan dhone uska nam sarla tha. Thi to wo nokrani per husn ki rani bhi thi uske bubbe to jhakar mar ke uchalte the uske blouse ke peche se aur kya batau me to use dekh ke use tokne ke bare me he sochta tha par kya karu gar me sab rahte the isliye. „Guten Morgen, mein Name ist Vladko“, sagt er in gebrochenem Deutsch.„Guten Morgen, ich bin Isabella Martes“, erwidert sie und reicht ihm die Hand.„Setzten sie sich doch. Wie können wir ihnen helfen?“Marco schaut von seinem Computer hoch, um den neuen Klienten zu prüfen.Reich sieht er nicht aus, aber ein Detektiv kann er sich leisten? Marco konzentriert sich wieder auf seinen Computer.„Ich führe ein kleines Lebensmittelgeschäft. Seit etwa einem Monat fehlt mir Fleisch.“„Fleisch?“, fragt sie. I didn’t care. I reloaded for my next shot.“If the doorbell rings answer it. It will be for you!”Yep, there was that sound again, definitely a sob. Tears at last, though I’m sure not shed for our marriage…The doorbell rang as if on cue. Sandra opened it to see her father. His eyes burned with righteous fire. I felt the slap from the other side of the house!“From this minute on you have no family. Live in streets, that’s how whores like you survive right?”“Papa, please…”“Your mother would have.