India Babes

Danielle and few india babes set down her reading and got up to answer the front door. When she opened it, there was a special delivery courier with a small package in one hand and a clip board in the other. "Special delivery for a Miss D. Steele," he intoned boredly. "I'm Danielle Steele, but I didn't order anything," she replied quizzically. "Well, it's addressed to you, if you don't want it I'll just return it as undeliverable, it's your choice," he answered quickly. "Uh, no, that's all right, I'll take it," she rejoined, "where do I sign?" After scribbling her initials in a box next to her name, the young courier handed her the package and was off her porch and making tracks to his delivery van. Dani and few india babes closed the door and returned to he den, where upon she sat down and inspected the package. It was cube shaped, about five or six inches square she figured, and there was return address from unknown india babes of any kind on the outside wrapper. She tore off the brown paper and opened the box finding inside a very pretty matching panty-bra set. It was obvious that they were made of pure silk and very expensive, and as she ran her fingers over the white frilly lingerie, and for some unknown reason she shivered from the contact of the smooth material on her skin. She poked around inside the box looking for a note or letter, but found none. "It must some sort of give away," she reasoned to herself, "a company sending out free samples or something," so she placed the undies aside and returned to her reading, not giving any of it a second thought.

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