Ab hamara ghar bilkul aisa lag raha tha jaise aaj pehle yahan koi aaya ho.Iske baad main bedroom mein gaya. Maine bed se purani chadar hatai aur uski ...agah ek aur ek do baar used white bedsheet humaare bed par bichai. Us bed ke side border par bohut beautiful floral print tha aur baaki saari bedsheets bilkul white. Bedsheet bohut soft thi.Asha ne mujhe bedsheet change karne ka reason poocha. To maine bola ki, “Woh aayenge to tumhare saath humaare bedroom mein bhi shayad aa jayein, to bedroom. You probably think I'm kidding, right? No. The sclera (the usually white part) was a dull, dirty yellow. My iris was a light ring of brown surrounded by a huge black pupil."Oh no," the words escaped from my mouth, along with a whimper. "Oh no," I said, drawing the 'oh' sound out into a long whine.I ran crying from the bathroom. I don't know how or why I did it, but I put on shades and continued the day. During the occasional dull moments, I reflected on what the hell was happening. It must be. If I continued singing and all the travel that incurred, my relationship with Jack would be put under strain and I wasn't going to allow that to happen. This thing with the Stela Swing Band was an episode and like all episodes there would be an end to it. I decided that when that happened I would retire from singing completely and make my life with Jack.We went up to Blackpool two days before the show. Much as I tried I couldn't get a ticket for Jack. They were reserved for relatives of the. Please Mistress let your slut put her face on your pussy.’ Maize came to the head of the bed and standing on a platform I had not seen she spread her legs and lifted her skirt showing me her cunt. She had never shaved her pussy and her pubic hair grew wild. I tried to lift my head to taste her, to please her but she held back a bit frustrating me. ‘Tell me you want me slut! Tell Maize how much you love me!’ Maize I love you and want to use my tongue to please you. Please Maize let me make you.