"Yes, Mistress," I promised, knowing that I would not disobey her wishes, as long as she remained honest with me."Good boy," she said, warmly. She gra...bed me by the chin and held my face straight ahead, then leaned in and pressed her lips to mine.It wasn't a long kiss, but it made me feel a hundred different waves of excitement."I'm going to reward you for following my rules so nicely today," she explained, moving her way down my body. "That's how I like to do things in my. Because both our families are also so close like us, his father and my father farmers. My friend Murgan he is very dark,slim like me, but tall he is (5.8 height). he use call me valla ( white) i use to call him karpaa ( black) just for fun sake we call each other like that only. Murgan uncle was a mechanic and had bike one day he told us to go to the Coimbatore to give some part of tractor or earth mover to get it repaired gave us money also. So we went in bike i was not that good in riding. As a result, she was nearly wide awake, when someone bounded through heropen bedroom door, and threw his body on top of her. His massive handsencircled her throat and began to choke her."You spawned a traitor," he yelled. "My brother is crying in Paradisebecause his grandson has spurned Allah. For this you will both die. I amdisappointed. I thought your faggot son would be here tonight. Nomatter. I'll handle you one at a t..."He never finished his sentence. Suddenly blood gushed from his. When he opened his eyes and gazed at her, using the power, his senses were inundated with strong flowing colors that wrapped her from head to toe. Never coming close to garish, the colors seemed to compliment her figure and the color of her skin and hair. He was breathless."Is this what Madelyn saw? Does she have power?" Your friend didn't see the full range of color, but she sensed the flowing lines and their convolutions. She is sensitive to power even if she doesn't possess it. That is one.