He stopped me, and asked me,”Do you know to dance on item numbers like ‘Chikni Chameli’?”. I was stunned by his question, and said angrily,”...What the hell are you talking about? Why will I dance on a item number?” He started laughing, and the what he said was not expected. He said,”Remember Anirban Bhattacharya? He said, that I looked like a whore dancing infront of him, Sujit, and Sarathi, wearing a night dress.” I was taken aback by his openness.And then it all came flashing in front my eyes. Tommy and the band really are good guys; they make their money from the music side, so we sell the fan stuff at break-even prices, rather than let some unscrupulous third-party opportunist sell rubbish at inflated prices. You still get them flogging T-shirts at the gigs, but as long as they don’t do it inside the venues we can’t stop them and most of the fans know they can buy our quality goods online.”“Tommy said you take some of the pictures as well.”“ ... Yes ... that’s the real fun part!. Happy with her."Sara shook her head. "There's no one but you, Laura," she repeated softly, this time gazing with genuine love into Laura's eyes. "... and there never will be, Any other would beWrong I know..."Laura sang again, this time in a voice a little more tremulous and wobbly than the first time. "Excuse me," she interrupted herself, realizing what the words were saying. "I just sang them... and I forgot what they said. It wasn't wrong, you and her. I know I hurt you. But it sure hurt me. My wife's gorgeous big ass rode this cock so good from my view in the camera. I was praying that she would not move. I had no clue how long she had been fucking this big cock, I could see on the guys face that he was struggling with holding back and not cum yet. His face was showing the pleasure she was giving him. I wish I could see her face too.The plumber grabbed my wife's hips and drove her down on his cock so that every little inch was buried in her pussy. It must be so deep inside of her.