Phir mene blouse khola toh mere maan me kuch hua aakir mard hu but emotions ko control kiya par jab blouse phenaya toh pta chala ki woh ek size chota ...h m takkat se band karne me laga ki usme mera haat bra ko touch ho raha ek bar do bar teen baar ki lo ban gya tent maa ne pucha kaha se laya blouse toh mene unko btya toh woh boli ki woh 2 saall phele k hain mene kaha ab kaha se lau ..Aur room se bhar aake lund ko adjust kiya akkir maa hi yaar phir dusra blouse leke aaya toh woh unko phena diya. She took me into his ‘office’ where he kept his computer. She turned it on and I noticed the virus right away. I plugged my laptop into his USB port and ran my virus scanner. As it was working I asked her what she had been doing just before the problem arose. She blushed and said that she had been looking for nude pictures of herself in some of the sex sites that her husband had mentioned. Wow! She sure was pretty enough. She was about my age and several years younger than her husband was. I. In a feeling of complete disgust at myself for what I had allowed himto do to me and what he had made me wear, I rushed upstairs andrummaged through my cupboard in her bedroom. I found a pair of scruffyjoggers and a sweatshirt there, together with an old stained t shirtand an aged pair of faded grey pants. I took them into the?nursery andchanged into them, but having done so I suddenly felt a horriblenervous tightening in my stomach. Could he see me here in my bedroom,in my own house, had he. If Victor hadknown the full extend of the contract he would have ran already andchosen prison time. She had seen it the moment he had entered Victorwasn't the kind of person to easily bend to her will like Marcy was. Hewas a guy who did what he had to, to work himself out of this difficultsituation.The knots Victor felt in his stomach only grew worse as he followed Lindaout of her office and into her store. Passing the rows upon rows offrilly colourful outfits his dread about what he was about.