” Ami didir duto bhari bhari mayee duto du hathe dhore kochlate shuru kore dilam aar mayee tipunee kheye siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii siiiiiiiiiiiii Oh! ...Oh! Ah! Korte laglo. Didi taratari nijer blouse aar bra ta khule phello aar amake bollo, “ne Partho ne, ami nijer hathe amar mayee duto khule tor samne kore dilam. Eibar tor jam one dhore amar mayee niye korte thak. Tui amar mayee gulo ke chosh, chat ba tipe tipe lal kore de, ami kichu bolbo na.” Amio didir kotha shune didir khola mayee gulor. This kind of ... pink/magenta color. Definitely something you’d wear to a nightclub. Or as lingerie. Ties around the back. Very ... very short. There’s no way a bra could be worn with this but you’d better wear panties or you’d be exposing your lady parts. I chose a black shiny lycra thong and a pair of black patent leather platform heels. I stood in the mirror applying liquid liner to my top lids when I detected the unmistakable scent of Old Spice. Both male strippers were now standing behind. " I'm Mrs, actually, Mrs Grant but you can call me Matron. Now, where isMandy?" She went in there," I said pointing at the door."Right, lets get you sorted out, come with me."She held my hand and walked me over to the door.As we went, I looked up and I could see a dozen faces staring at methrough banisters from the floor above. Tracy was there and waving at meand on an impulse, I waved back.Before I could think about that, I found myself in an office.Mandy, cigarette in her mouth was talking. Gori badan par moti sudol gaand jaise kahar dha rha ho. Main vaseline uske gaand ki bhoori chhed par laga diya aur apni ungli uske gaand me daal kar massage karne laga. Main uske chutadon par bhi vaseline laga kar use sahlane laga. Maine apne lund ke tip par bhi vaseline laga liya. Ab main uski gaand par baith gaya aur apne lund ke tip ko uski gaand ki chhoti si chhed ke munh par rakh diya. Maine dheere se ek jhatka diya par mera lund fisal gaya. Maine firse apne lund ko adjust kar ke jhatka.