Fondled Passion 3 Cogan
Meet the Second Boyfriend

Suddenly the door was opened.

"Dilla darling!" A loud noise of a man entering the master's room.

"Uhuuuk ... uhuk .. uhuk," The sound of my cough was pretending, as a result of the shock of someone coming.

I stood up and tried to get away from the employer. While the person who entered had approached us, which we had both stiffened in a sense of oddity.

"What are you doing?" ask the man disrespectfully.

"Joan?" the employer shouted happily to welcome him.

"We're doing it again. I was just helping him wipe away the breadcrumbs of cake he had on his lips. Here, look!" point me at the two of them, and the brown cream scraps that were plastered, I immediately*p put on his mouth.

Non Dilla looked surprised at my actions just now, and I just casually responded.

The second boyfriend stared at me intently from head to toe.

"Who is he, Dilla? How come you guys are so familiar, and he seems a little disrespectful to you?" ask a man named Joan.

"He was just a bodyguard assigned by my father, to keep out of all danger" the employer explained.

"Watchers?" Joan's Shocks.

"Why do you look so surprised? Anyways, I don't know what the bodyguard is?" my oddity says.

"I don't know what the bodyguard is! Just don't think, if all this time Dilla was okay, there was never a problem suddenly guarded tight. Do you have a problem, baby?" asked Joan who had caressed the employer's long hair.

Hadeh, made sprains again just want to be stroked his hair

"I have no problem, really! Just papa who is too much to take care of me, as if he was afraid that I would be harmed," said the employer told.

"Ok okay, no problem. This is the gift of our meeting and my longing for you" said the Joan, who was already willing to slip on the employer's cheek.

But at once non Dilla had stopped trying to avoid, who did not know if he was not happy because there was me who was watching him, or had been repented because of my anger yesterday.

"What's wrong?" wonder Joan, who spoke softly.

"Hehe, there's no pa-pa. It's just not in the mood anymore," the reason the employer has looked at me.

"Good, Non. There is a change from you that is not strange anymore.

Again I became a bully between their meetings, but I kept sitting quietly pretending not to pay attention to them, with my hands kept busy eating the cake I bought earlier.

"Let me here, I'm assigned to guard. After all, I have to keep an eye on the employer, so as not to make the second mistake like yesterday" I said in my own heart.

"Thank you the flowers, baby? Red again, I like .. I like it!" employer's delight.

"Well, it has to be a red rose. That's why it's a sign of my love for you so as not to fade, and last forever!" joan's flutter is starting to come out.

"Isn't he? Waaah .. I'm happy with what you said, but-?" The employer's voice was held unspoken.

"But, what dear?."

"But unfortunately this flower is a little, because I really want to be given 1000 rose petals," answered the lethargic employer.

"Ciiih, it is profitable to be given a gift, using asking for a strange thing. Want thousand? Not wrong? Do you have your own kebon? The boss's policy is always spoiled, pretentious pretentious pretentious," I said in contempt again, without them hearing it.

"Later, if I didn't have much business. A thousand is a lot! If you order it must be in advance," replied Joan.

"That's Joan, don't follow the employer. Indeed she is pretentious, beautiful plus spoiled very. Amit-amit bye!" I said in my heart of support.

"If you can't give me non Dilla soon, I'll help you find her, surely the employer will love my choice" I said, helping Joan.

"What flowers do you want to help?" my employer asked.

"Later you'll also know, I guarantee you'll never like."

"Yes what the hell is that?."

"Corpse flowers! Hahahahaha," my laughter merrily managed to spell them out.

Plooook, a quarter cake had suddenly floated on my face. At once the hands cleaned the face, which was already dirty by the cake.

"Haha! Rasain you, it's delicious! Hahahaha, your face is exactly like a clown, good .. good! Haha, my stomach hurts!" his laughter succeeded in replying.

"Haaaiiiiiissst," My plot replied.

Because I could not stand the face of the dirty spout, I finally went to the toilet, which was forced to leave them both.