Neeshu just poked him and said, “Satvik you are a good poet.” He turned towards her and said, “Where do you listen to my poems?” Neeshu, “I ...was at the theatre the other night, listened to your artwork.”Satvik, “Would you like to listen to it personally, when I write poems about you?” Neeshu was flattered, “Really? Would you do that for me?” Satvik took out a pen from his pocket and wrote his mobile number on her hands and said, “Call me whenever you like to listen to my poems.”Neeshu saved his. After I finished draining his balls of his hot cum I got off my man and as I walked to the bathroom to clean up, i felt his cum dripped out of me. He too came to wipe his dick and belly of the few drops of cum that landed on him.We then went back to bed where he gave me a passionate kiss before falling asleep with him cuddling me. Waking up early the next morning as my husband was going away on a business trip for a few days I decide to be a good girl but the naughty type. After giving him a. ‘Hello,’ He said. I remembered my promise to you, and just smiled and nodded. He seemed a little surprised to see me there at all, let along naked and handcuffed to the tree. ‘Are you OK?’ he asked—he seemed genuinely concerned. I smiled and nodded emphatically. ‘Really?’ He went on. ‘Do you need some help getting unfastened?’ Then I started shaking my head wildly, which really set him thinking. After about a minute, he said, ‘You’re into this, aren’t you?’ I nodded. ‘Did that bloke you were. She turned to her boss. "And thank you, but I think I'd rather work. It will help to distract me." Your choice," said Quentin."I'm going to go to lunch. Is that okay?" Of course," said Quentin."One more thing," said Juhler. "If you are approached by the press, please don't talk about the case. Anything you tell them could be used by his lawyer to try to derail the prosecution." Okay," said Claire. "I don't want to talk to them anyway." In that case, I'm going home," said Juhler."It's my turn to.