Very briefly, she brought her face close to mine, andtouched her lips to mine. It wasn't really a kiss, but abrushing of our lips. I could feel myself...melting into her,becoming her. My eye shadow, the same shade as hers,blended into her. My lipstick, also in her shade, began toblur into hers. Her way of owning me was to re-create me inher image. My hair, dyed the same auburn color and done inher razor-cut shag style, reached out and merged with hers.Continuing to hold eye contact, Mistress. My name is Adnan and I live in NY. I am a single guy and living my life to the max.Once I was surfing online and was going thru my cousins Facebook comments. Then I came across this female named Rabia who was replying to my messages on my cousin’s posts. She is a Bangladeshi girl also living in New York. She looked very beautiful in her red saree she put up as her profile picture.I don’t know why, but I sent her friend request and she happily accepted it within a couple of hours. We became. .. I'm going... to explode Jen. My penis is going... going to explode. Jen... please... do some thing... please...- So your big fat cock is going to explode, Jack. Finally honnest with me, are you?- My... cock?- Yes your cock. Your dick. Your penis. There are lots of other way to call it you know...- Jen, please... I need your help...- Well, I don't know. Are you gonna do as I say? If you do exactly as I say, I promise you you will like it.- Anything... Please...- Good boy." As she said that,. Coming to the story, Uss din ke ek din pehle Vishal jiju ne shaam ko mujhe gallery mein chup ke se peeche se aakar pakad liya tha. Aur bahot der tak waise hi reh kar baat kar rahe they. Maine pehle masti mazaak samjhi. Lekin thodi der baad jab hum dono shaant they, aur woh tab bhi peeche they, unhone mujhe kas kar pakada aur kaha, “Tumhe nahi shaadi karni? Suhagrat nahi manani?” Maine kaha, “Main shaadi nahi karungi!” Unhone kaha, “Sirf suhagraat manaogi?” Maine bas has ke baat taal di. Woh tab.