"Bradley," I whispered."Well Bradley, today you mistook me for an assistant. Don't you thinkit's only fair that you become my assistant to make it up ...o me?" Yes!" I responded instantly though internally my brain was screaming,demanding to know what the fuck I was doing."Good," she said and stared deeply into my own eyes. I couldn't helpbut become transfixed on the purple rings of her eyes.I heard a snap and felt quite disoriented. "Now Bradley, I've justhypnotized you to obey my commands, do. Mammi ka figure mast tha. Mammi boli raju tumhara lund roj mai dekhti thi aur muh me lene ka amn karta tha , maine kaha aaj le lo , to bo boli pehle main naha loo to maine kaha ki maine apko kabhi nanga nahi dekha to boli mere raja thori der ruk phir dekh kya hota hai. Wo naha kar aa gayi aur mammi ne darwaja band kar diya tha. Muje malum nahi tha ki mammi ne darwaja bandh kiya… ghar pe koi nahi tha mai tv per blu film ko Dekh raha tha ki mammi ne muje piche se aake bahon me pakad liya. Mai man. I do not understand why they disclose so much there, but lack guts to callI dislike the business model of those sites, I blame capitalism, but I fail to understand why so far no-one dared to call me on the phoneI dislike the shame of girls around twenty - so far between eighteen and twenty-eight - for their virginity, while all their girlfriends did 'it'. Instead of arguing, I passed my ID card to him, the one with the horrible picture of me sweating in my PT gear. I would check with someone later, JAG maybe, about what he was doing. But, right now I had a very nice shot down the front of his BDU blouse to the soft brown tee shirt that hugged his chest. What was I thinking? I couldn’t do this. I snapped my head around, staring blindly at the perfume display. The next thing I knew the vee of his chest was in my face. He held my ID card under my.