Valoi hobe dao..Ogotya ami ar na korlam na..O to rahur moto satiye dilo..Kichuta chilo..Jeta ami satalam..Ek dhoke ami or moto khete parini..Kheye cho...kh bondho kore suye chilam..Ekbar mutbo bole darate giye dekhi matha ghurche..Jhim jhim korche..Ami bujhlam neca choreche..Mute elam tao..Mod kheye to magir neca asbei tao jodi erokom obosthai thake..Amader ager sit e lok chilo..Tobe tara suePorechilo..Ami ok naratei dekhlam or chokh lal ekdom..Ami bollam ei tomar neca choreche??Sudhu awaz elo. She was aggravated and said that she had an appointment soon. I asked, "Is this for a custom home or something we've recently sold?" Heck no, this is for one of my own customers. I found this one, not the company." So, you don't market yourself for the company? We do provide you with desk space, a phone, a computer, and office services. What do we get in return?" I kiss the ass of the custom home people. I don't mess with inventory or pre-owned home sales. Those people are probably too cheap to. I told her I also know her one secret relationship with auto driver. she took one step back & asked me not to say anything about that as her family is looking for husband for her & that will create problem for her. It was chance to me I gather some courage to say “to phir mera kya hoga?” she shocked. As she did not answer I went near to her & hugged her from back. She resisted I hold my grip on her boobs. I was pressing her firm boobs from back slowly my manhood started growing & pinched her. "Later, after my morning appointments, we met at the county clerk's office and bought the license. As we filled out the application, Rebecca was hanging on my arm, alternately nervous, and then excited, wriggling around like a schoolgirl. There was no one else in line, and the lady at the window examined both our driver's licenses and took my money. It cost me forty-one dollars in cash. As the clerk handed me the completed license, she gave me a cold look and sort of sniffed. I knew she was.