I am Shabana Begam.
I have two kids one 6 years and another 9 months old. So my boobs are ripen fruits ready for its pulp consumption. My age is 32 and my figure is 32-24-30, height 5.6. Many people starve to fuck me. When come across me. The story goes like this, which happened in 2010 may. We are not a rich family and my husband is an ex-military soldier who is working in a firm, nearby our house. Every day I’ll carry lunch for him in the afternoon so that my husband can have, hot food, Initially there was no problem while I was taking him lunch but later on boss of my husband use stop me, have a conversation with me and allowed me to meet my husband. I use to get angry as food which I got for my husband gets cold. But in order to sustain my husband’s job I didn’t not express any anger towards him and if my husband loses this job he can’t get a job which can pay wages as this firm do. After few days, boss (Stephen) of my husband (Nabisa) did not allow me to give him food and use to say Nabisa is very busy you should not disturb him every day wasting most of time for lunch. Next I pleaded him for allowing me to serve him food. Then he said even I am hungry since many days for your ripen mangoes. I didn’t not say anything and went back home.
Let me describe Stephen. He is a black guy with a height around 5.9ft and with well-built personality and ugly face. He has rough and broad face and rough strong hands. His face also has a long scar on right cheek. He became a nightmare for me, I got scared when ever my husband speaks about him. After that incident, I use to send lunch with my husband not telling him any story by just saying him that I can’t get lunch as I have some leg pain. Nabisa was not able to eat food and yelled at me to get food at any cause to office, so I have no option but carrying lunch to him. I can’t tell him what happened because am not interested in my Nabisa losing that job. So I carried him lunch. I have to face Stephen again. This time he just came in front of me, there were many people in the office but he covered me from them standing in front of me. He said I want pulp of this ripen mangoes and squeezed left boob very hard by which my jacket around nipple got wet milk from it is oozing, it gave me lot of pain but I didn’t say anything just bared it. Then Stephen allowed me to my husband who is in another cabin.
I have two kids one 6 years and another 9 months old. So my boobs are ripen fruits ready for its pulp consumption. My age is 32 and my figure is 32-24-30, height 5.6. Many people starve to fuck me. When come across me. The story goes like this, which happened in 2010 may. We are not a rich family and my husband is an ex-military soldier who is working in a firm, nearby our house. Every day I’ll carry lunch for him in the afternoon so that my husband can have, hot food, Initially there was no problem while I was taking him lunch but later on boss of my husband use stop me, have a conversation with me and allowed me to meet my husband. I use to get angry as food which I got for my husband gets cold. But in order to sustain my husband’s job I didn’t not express any anger towards him and if my husband loses this job he can’t get a job which can pay wages as this firm do. After few days, boss (Stephen) of my husband (Nabisa) did not allow me to give him food and use to say Nabisa is very busy you should not disturb him every day wasting most of time for lunch. Next I pleaded him for allowing me to serve him food. Then he said even I am hungry since many days for your ripen mangoes. I didn’t not say anything and went back home.
Let me describe Stephen. He is a black guy with a height around 5.9ft and with well-built personality and ugly face. He has rough and broad face and rough strong hands. His face also has a long scar on right cheek. He became a nightmare for me, I got scared when ever my husband speaks about him. After that incident, I use to send lunch with my husband not telling him any story by just saying him that I can’t get lunch as I have some leg pain. Nabisa was not able to eat food and yelled at me to get food at any cause to office, so I have no option but carrying lunch to him. I can’t tell him what happened because am not interested in my Nabisa losing that job. So I carried him lunch. I have to face Stephen again. This time he just came in front of me, there were many people in the office but he covered me from them standing in front of me. He said I want pulp of this ripen mangoes and squeezed left boob very hard by which my jacket around nipple got wet milk from it is oozing, it gave me lot of pain but I didn’t say anything just bared it. Then Stephen allowed me to my husband who is in another cabin.