I popped the cork and poured us two glasses of champagne. She looked a little puzzled saying "Mom doesn't let me have alcohol. She says I have to wait... until I am older." First, your mom is not here and second, today you are indeed older. So here's to a long and happy life. May all your wishes come true."Kim replied, "Just one wish will be fine."We clicked our glasses and drank. Kim wrinkled her nose as the taste of the alcohol went down her throat. She then realized that she liked the taste.We. We tie our saree at the waist line, not at the hip curve. We boast our curves, we like showing our belly buttons. People may differ with me on this, but I, along with many of my friends and cousins, like our hips a lot. I loved it when guys and girls look at my curves.The passion in their eyes turns me on. Often in girls’ bathrooms in school and college, we used to lift our tops up, comparing our hip curves. Two girls would compete each day, while the other girls would vote on the best. When the others had department Scarlett said, ‘Thanks for me immersion into the team. I believe the team accepted what you said. I am so grateful.’ ‘It’s what you were entitled to receive from me Scarlett. We do work on the same team. Could you print out the CVs of my team but not Gavin my driver? I’ll go out and chat to him now while we look over the limo.’ ‘I’ve seen the limo. Despite all the office equipment and Internet connection stuff the back seat is very roomy. There’s plenty of room. The pictuures clearly showed my pussy and boobs . There was nothing left to the imagination. If those were put on the internet I would be finished. I cursed myself for that silly idea, and started to beg, it was a sign that I had surrendered. They were holding all the aces.“Raja Bhaiya, please delete those pictures. I will give you all the money I have, just delete those and tell me what you want?”“Oh , don’t get us wrong, Papai will only have those pictures for personal purpose. I will never.