. Yaha Tushaar shayad hi mujhe kisi aur se baat karne dega.Rakesh: Ufff, Shobha, sachme, tum shabdo ke khel mein mahir ho.Main: Main koi khel to nahi ...khel rahi. Bass sach bata rahi hun tumhe.Rakesh: Hmmm, to kya kya karogi uske sath?Tabhi darwaze ki ghanti baji aur main phone mein boli: Ek minute khana aaya hoga.Tushaar ne khana order kiya tha to woh khana lene ke liye uthne laga. Main nahi chahti thi ki kisi tarah bhi Rakesh ko Tushaar ki koi awaaz jaye jab woh khana le raha ho.Main ishare mein. ’ ‘Pong? They had a smell?’ There was more to this betting business than met the eye, Trina concluded. ‘Hang on.’ Charlie disappeared to the back of the shop. He returned with a basket of the previous weekend’s dead slips. After rummaging through it, he found what he was looking for. ‘Here. Have a whiff of that.’ ‘I see what you mean,’ Trina agreed. ‘Smells like a tart’s boudoir.’ ‘If you say so, lady,’ said Charlie, straightfaced. ‘I wouldn’t know.’ ‘Chief Inspector it is. What about the other. But the night is still very young.Carefully, he will help me stand and he’ll take the shower head to rinse the soap from my body. I have to reach for the railing to keep from falling as he never fails to aim the jet directly at my swollen clit, practically bringing me to the very verge of orgasm. Waiting for me is a warm, fluffy towel and he makes sure to pat away every drop of moisture from my body, well, almost every drop. The moisture that is now flowing from my sacred space, preparing a.