Aur tshirt upar krunga.. And dono hath tere bra pe upar rakhunga and bolunga ye bhi bahut jyada masst hShe: aahhhhMe: will kiss on your neck and lick ...it.. And dhire se ear me bolunga.. You are very sexy and attractive…She: hmMe: dono hath tere boobs pe h. Bra ke upar.. And dbaunga boobs….She: aaahhhhMe: tere dono hath upar kar ke tshirt nikal dunga… Now you are in bra only…She: haaannnMe: aaj konse color ki bra pehni h?She: blue..Me: my favourite color :-*Ab tu bra me h… Me tera face meri taraf. ”“OK, now we’re going downstairs, and I’m going to sit you in my cruiser while I take the cleaner’s statement. It shouldn’t take long, but it’s simpler for me if I don’t have to keep an eye on you while I do that. You’re not going to give me any trouble on the way down, right?”sigh “No, officer. We’ll be chill.”“Good. Keep it that way, and this should be a relatively minor blip in your lives. Give me a hard time, and I’ll complicate your week, OK?”“Yes, sir.”“Right. Elevator this way.”…“OK, now. I recalled last night, after dinner. She aggressively tore my clothes off, dropped to her knees and damn near devoured my 50 year old cock. Seeming to know I was on the edge, she stripped, crawled onto the bed, waving her ass at me, daring me to 'come and get it'. I did, realizing as I mounted her that we were in front of a mirror and I could see her breasts swaying as she and I coupled like wild animals. After a short recovery, I surprised myself. Hard again, and very hungry I asked her to get. I asked Meri about her life up to now, and while reluctant to talk about it, she did go into light detail. It seems that her Papa was one of the slavers that I killed. She was brought up by her Aunt Virginia, a strict baker, while her Papa was off on raiding missions. A few weeks ago he had come back and argued with Virginia about Meri. The argument had ended with him slapping Virginia. He'd given Meri clothes to wear and made her leave with him. Her dad didn't care if the men used her as long.