Then 2 din baad uske mom ka mujhe phn ayaa ki ankush beta jara aabhi ghar ana toh so me chala gaya.Waha pocha toh ghar me sirf manali aur uski mom hi ...the (waise aapko bata du uski mom bhi bohot sexy maal hai) me andar gaya toh manali udaas hoke sofe per baithi thi usne pink colour ki saare pehni thi usme bohot hot dikh rahi thi aab gharme thi toh pallu jara niche hogaya tha uska cleavage saaf dikh raha tha me wohi dekhte uske samne baith gaya fir uski mom aayi mere baju me baithi haalchal pucha. Several pictures had been taken on a sofa, but mostly had been shot in bedrooms. Then I told Carl John: "Are we setting this up here or upstairs at my bedroom?" I asked.He answered mostly women liked to be on the bed. So, I said to go upstairs.Carl John lugged his stuff up the stairs and he asked me which photos I wanted to start with. I wanted some sexy stuff for Victor, so I suggested a black dress that was in my closet. Then he suggested that I could simulate removing my dress over a series. N: We have to get up early.Me: get up! No dear, we are not sleeping. This is going to be our ‘suhag raat’.While saying so, I sat at the edge of the bed and pulled her towards me and my arms were crossing her waist. I held her head and started kissing her as our postures were matching. It was again a breathless kiss till we were uncomfortable.She was wearing the same saree. I took that out and unhooked her blouse. Untie her underskirt and made her in two pieces. I also removed my dress and be. Since that night, Jackie had spent practically every night on-stage, stripping for the patrons and raking in the tips. Rob’s pills had expanded her bust, exaggerated the curves of her ass (which now had a “W” on each cheek - her set ended by her “WOW”ing the audience) and ensured that she had the stamina to keep up with her libido.When she wasn’t stripping or making money for Rob, Jackie was fucking. All day, every day - if she was awake, she had a cock in her somewhere, and if she was asleep.