Maa ke muh se aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh haaaaaaaauuuuuchaaaaaahhhhhh ki awaaj aa rahi thi. Kuchh der ke baad maa bed pe let gayi. Maa ne raat me nighty pahan r...akha tha. Maa ke bed par lette hi tauji ne maa ke nighty ko utha kar kamar ke upar kar diya. Maa ne apne kamar ko utha kar unki madad kiya. Maa ne niche kuchh bhi nahi pahna tha. Nighty ko kamar ke upar karne ke baad taauji maa ke jangh par baith gaye. Ab taauji ne apne lund ko nikala. Maine jab tauji ke lund ko dekha to samjh gaya ki bahut hi. I did find out that he'd had a forced vasectomy, so a condom was never needed.Anyway, back to the important stuff. McHenry rarely talked to a client except in her office. The reason was that she wanted a full file on the client: photos, voice print, fingerprints, and anything else anyone could think of. Her reasoning was that she wanted to be able to identify the client if there ever was a case of failure to pay the bill or of blackmail. Her intent was to protect Conner & Conner Consultants. No making out.”“You mean you’re going to follow the rules?” She chased my lips.“Seriously, Whitney. You want to be here, behave. Otherwise leave.”She pulled back and looked at me in disbelief.“Really?”“Really.”She hesitated a minute and then unfolded herself to get up. I think she was a little surprised that I let her. I even handed her the shoes.“It’s not that ... I want ... I just ... shit,” she said. At least she was still whispering and not shouting at me. “I’d like to do that, but I don’t. I shivered, so lost in sudden ecstasy that I nearly didn’t recognize my own moan of pleasure. “Please, don’t stop,” I groaned, helpless to do more than pray as I felt fingers tangling in my hair and a warm, wet mouth against mine, tongue pressing between my lips. And laughter. I felt, rather than heard the unmistakable sounds of laughter. Not mocking me, like I expected, but gentle, joyful, even loving. More sensations danced over my naked flesh, like the feet of a thousand butterflies.