Ek chap khetei ruma or hat diye chokher badhon khule phello, ar tokhon oke dekhe khudharto baghinir moto mone holo, kintu amar ar odike tokhon kheyal ...ei.Swopno dekhte laglam ami eden gardens-r mathe cricket khelchi, amar bara ta holo bat ar ruma-r guder clitoris ta hochhe ball. Ami mete uthlam shoaib akhter er biddhongsi bowling-e, ami eker por ekta ball kore jachchi, ar middle stamp bhenge guriye jachche. Uhhh….ahhaaa….ummaa…..eheee…ohhoo…. Kora chara ruma kichu korte parlo na. Er por ruma. Her blouse had a mildly plunging neckline. Her only concession to properly severe business fashion was a vest.The other applicants had looked her up and down with disdain when she'd come in. They were all in suits, with trousers and ties. All had short hair, most dyed gray, to project an air of experience. Her father's dying wish had been for her to let her hair grow; it was now down to her shoulders. After much soul-searching, despite being shamed by the memory of her professors, she'd even. He has hundreds of ideas, a list in his mind of things to do to me. Even after this year with him, I don’t think we have touched a quarter of the list. Back to the present as my Master is stilling in his chair, his bulge already showing and his hands holding a paddle. We both know it’s coming but he always makes me wait. I feel it’s all part of his plan. After I think the longest ten minutes of my life my Master tells me to stand. I do straight away with my hands behind my back and boobs pushed. When we were done, he asked if I wanted to come to his apartment. I didn't, but I wish I would have. He probably would have taken my ass cherry. I was a little freaked out because it was my first experience with a man, so I went home. A year or so later I went back to the park in my own car. A guy flashed his lights at me and I went to a parking lot on the other side of the tennis courts; it was about eleven at night. He came to my car (it was an 86 buick, with a big front seat area) and.