. Maine kaha bhaiya mujhe pata hai aap mujeh kai din say chodana chahate ho lo aaj wo din aagaya meri choot sirf tumhare liye hai tum jitna chaho utna... chod sakte ho. Yeh sun kar bhaiya bahut bahut khus hua aur mujhe I love u sona bolkar kissi karne laga…. Phir bhaiya ne mujhe utha kar bedroom may legaya…. Aur mujh say pooocha sona kya mai tujhe nanga karsakta hu.. Toh maine kaha bhaiya yeh sab aap k liye hai aap jo karna chahte ho wo karo mai kuch nahi kahungii…… yeh sun kar bhaiya aur bhi khus. It really wasn't a bad car, but in addition to having the aura of her ex -- and his sister -- hanging over it, it had a lot of miles so she was glad to see it gone. She replaced it with a year-old white Dodge Stratus, kind of a middle-aged car, but then, she was over thirty now, too. It only had a few thousand miles on it, and she got it at a good price -- a price she still wouldn't have been able to afford without living at home and having the income saved from several knife sales to put. Komal was a smart lady and knew how men’s mind works. ‘Sir were you imagining me in lingerie, again?’ interrogates Komal teasingly.‘sorry komal’ apologises her boss.‘it’s ok, I understand. We really need to get some customers somehow’ She expresses her concern.‘That’s the time it hit me that if customers would not come to me, then I would go to them.’ Says the bra salesman to his audience in the bar.The salesman then explains how he went door to door for selling bra to housewives and other. ”“And skewering her young friends too,” added Janice, standing up as well. “Recording it all, as though to make quite, quite sure you’ll go to prison for ever such a long time.” She came and sandwiched me between her slightly over-ripe body and Mrs Nering’s.“And the others are not even fifteen,” Mrs Nering stroked my ass.“So obviously I ought to dismiss you and call the police,” said Janice, helping herself to the other cheek. “Year 9! Tut tut.”“If only there were something I could do to make.