. commercials on TV show models wearing different colours, so I wondered" he explained.Misha: "Which commercial?"Rahul: "I saw one yesterday, I think ...the brand is called enamor. There were black, red, blue and other colours too" he told her as a matter of fact.Misha: "Hmmm." She was quiet for some time. Rahul thought that meant the end of the conversation. He continued with the massage.Misha: "Which one did you like?" a while later, she asked.Rahul: "What didi?" he didn't get what she was. “Aww, honey, you not sure what to do? Don’t worry, I’ll teach you” I say, grinning again.I reach my hands down beneath me to her hips, the bones standing out clearly against her stretched skin. I push down with my hands, pushing her butt down into the pillow while raising my own crotch from hers. The ridged shaft buzzes against my g-spot as the branches tickle anus and clit, the shivers joining to send a single pulse up my spine to burst in my brain. I let out a little murmur of pleasure,. Lady Daire turned to take a seat on the lounge by the fireplace. ‘Hiding her will only make matters worse for both of them. They are not our pawns in this game.’ She mused ruefully and then finished off her glass of port sliding the crystal goblet onto a tray next to the candelabra that burned with three candles. ‘It is clear that Solomon’s decision will not occur tonight. Perhaps tomorrow.’ Sir Glen sighed and rubbed his temple. With a half smile, Marcus took a seat next to Lady Daire. ‘When. "Am I getting through to you?" I don't like it, and I'm not going to be putting up with it," I said. "You wanna be a whore. I'm gone. Got it?" She sighed."Jesus, I never should have told you," she said. "But—I just didn't want to be keeping things from you anymore. It would have been far more hurtful for you if you'd caught me. I know it. I know the male ego."Yeah, well it is kinda hard to argue with you on that one. But, that said—fuck you!" I turned and headed out.I was talking Humphrey.