Then, I might get back to work.I still can recall the salty taste of his cum.Last year when I saw that TV commercial, I thought, that was my life. I'm... sure you remember the guy, the one with a half of a smile saying, I have a nice family (video showing his wife, son and his daughter), I have a nice house, (video of him mowing the front lawn), I belong to a nice club, (video playing golf). Then back to his face and he says, "How do I afford all of this? I'm up to my eyes balls in debt!"Well. .” May I help you Krishna?”. I looked at her and saw the tender smile of my teacher .” Yes …i can’t teacher”… I was sweating hard. I felt the sweat flowing inside my body. I was exhausted.The whole class was looking at me helplessly. I looked down and saw the teacher was entangling the skirt. Her pink saree was moving according to the movement of her hands. I could trace out the bulge of her huge boobs and good cleavage at once. But I didn’t take it as a series one because I didn’t want to. No sooner had they settled in the seats than the vehicle whisked them away to a large imposing building at the end of a wide tree lined boulevard.Sentries stood either side of sweeping marble steps. The vehicle stopped at the base of the steps and a uniformed officer opened the door. Clayandra took Tristan's hand and lead him up the steps into the building. Whenever they passed a sentry he would stand to attention.Tristan frowned. "Are you important or something?" he asked her in halting. She nodded. “Sure, come on it.” ​The SWAT members entered with the new reporter. A small, scrawny guy who looked like he was in his early 20’s but had the nerve of a bull rider. ​“Guys,” Corey said to the SWAT soldiers. “check him for cameras. I don’t want another unprecedented appearance on TV as such.” ​The SWAT soldiers did a pat down and found a small device that registered as a video camera. Corey sighed. ​“Ok, make this quick. You’ve got 5 minutes.” ​“Alright, first off my name is Ron.