I take it you have met our dear contractor, Ankur.”“Call me, Mr. Reddy,” the fat man growled.“He introduced himself. I understand that he’s ...the biggest contractor in this part of Inra.”“Yes, in more ways than one.”“I’m a...”“I know. You’re an important man in this area. You know everyone. You’re politically connected to the Prime Minister. We’re just your customers, and are of no import whatsoever.”“It’s just that I deserve respect, particularly from foreigners who have no idea how things are. Deepti: Son, I am sorry. Don’t feel embarrassed. I know it’s difficult for you. Please sit down. Look, you have grown up and it is very common for people of your age to masturbate. Even girls do, so it’s just a common thing.After hearing this, Vihaan was kinda relaxed but still, he had a confused face.Deepti knew her son had a lot of questions on this topic and henceforth, she started asking him if he had a girlfriend?Vihaan: No mom, who is going to be with a studious guy?Deepti: Damn, that. Whatever!!! But rotten he definitely was. He was the rottenest, stinkiest, steamiest, steamy, steampunk in the whole history of steamy steampunkdom. Imagine taking all the hamsters in the world and putting them in a giant cage and never cleaning them out for like a month until they were just yucky sawdust and hamster stink and poop; that's how steamy he was. But we had to wait for the bus so he yacked and blathered and I stood and wiggled and concentrated on being the absolute yummiest perky,. In short, my legs were nice and attractive and I loved the look of them. Standing straight, I turned back into the comfort of the water. Washing my chest, I watched the bubbles slowly slide down my chest and over the roll of my breasts to drip off my now tight nipples. Reaching up, I pinched the dark peaks and teased them to harder peaks before cupping the full weight of each breast in my hand. I enjoyed the feel of my breasts, the soft skin and weight, if I could suck them as another could, I.