They both looked at me as I entered the room and I could tell I had been the subject of their conversation. “What do you want?” I asked, annoyed t...at he'd dragged me out of my warm bed. I saw him wink at his friend. “Take your dressing gown off,” he said stepping towards me. “What the hell do you mean,” I said, “take my dressing gown off?” “Just what I said,” he snapped, “take your dressing gown off.” I turned to walk out of the room but he grabbed me by the shoulder and spun me round. “Sid. Naan kathavai thiranthu parkum pozhuthu akka pavadai matum aninthu kondu nindraal, naan ulle vanthathum akka neraga en arugil vanthu kathavai mudinaal. Aval eeramaaga irunthaal, mulai paathi therinthu kondu irunthathu. Ena endru ketal? Naan amma pazham kuduthu vitu vara solinaargal endru solinen.En kangal akka thudai matum mulaiyil paainthathu, velaiyaaga irunthaal. Sari iru endru en kaiyil iruntha paathirathai eduthu kondu athai ulle vaika nadanthu kitchen sendraal. Aval selum pozhuthu soothai. That statement deserves a little backstory, so here goes: Since I've known her, Anna has always been a very sexual and flirty person, but after the past few month I've really got the sense that her self-worth is directly tied to being sexually desireable. I think it was something that became exaggerated post-pregnancy, and in part due to the body issues that came with that. So the good guy part of me feels a little bad that, as much as she likes sex, a lot of this is because she's got emotional. I pulled on a black lace thong and a short, tight black miniskirt. I decided to go braless since my tits are firm enough to stand up on their own. I wore a red shirt that was cut low and ended above my navel, showing off my belly button ring. I made my dark hair sleek and straight, and outlined my hazel eyes with black eyeliner. I finished the outfit off with my favorite "fuck me" black 3 inch sandals, and looked in the mirror before I left. I quickly sprayed on some vanilla scented perfume,.