She turns to me, panting softly, her nipples hard enough to cut glass andher pussy glistening."How?" she asks, putting her hands on her hips to try an... stop them movingup to her tits or down to her cleft."I don't know," I reply honestly."Are you...are you going to fuck me?" she says, half lidded eyes needy."No," I reply.My soul has always been torn by what Hammersmith does, but I know there isno authority I can report him to. So I serve, but I don't take advantageof the women he sends me.. Many people contended that women couldn't whistle, but this onecould and it was only after several minutes that he realised what she was whistling.In fact when he returned, as ordered, with the pliers in his hand, the whistlinghad turned to song. Breathy and indistinct, but song nonetheless. "I ache for the touch of your lips dear, But much more for the touch of your whips, dear…" "The Masochism Tango" by Tom Lehrer. Something he had introduced her to bypure accident, or rather, something that. Pinni: neeku teliyada, naaku puku unnda chota neeku emundo okasari chusuko danito rayaliNenu: haa undi pinni, identi ila gattiga, eron rod la undi.Pinni: adi alage untadi kani, danito raiNenu: nee danni pooku antaru ani cheppav, mari naa danii emantaruPinni: enti neeku teliyadaNenu: ha teliyadu, cheptene rastanuPinni: danni sulli antaru,Nenu: oho naa sulli to nee pooku pina petti rayala.Pinni: ha avnu..Nenu: mari amrutanjanm pitti rayalaPinni: orey amrutanjanam petti raste, nuvvu nenu iddaram. Barson ke rishte ek pal mein in dono bewakofon ki galti ki wajah se toot jayeen aur kisi ki badnami na ho is baat ke dar se ye baat main apne ghar walon se bhi na kar payi. Maine usse baat karni hi band kardi aur apni behan se bhi abh mein kam ki hi baat karti thi aur woh bhi bade rukhe swabhav se. Sabhi meri in harkaton se hairan the par sabko lagga ke shayad mein papers ki wajah se Tension mein hoon isliye aisa kar rahi hoon. Par aaj to paper bhi khatam ho gaye the aur mein aakhri paper bhi.