I don’t know how horrified I looked because it made him really scared. He quickly ran to me and said, ‘Ghauri, are you fine?’ and his voice was ...illed with worries. ‘Why are you cooking?’ I said with a low voice. He seemed lost. And finally he realized what I meant. ‘Ghauri, look at me. I like cooking, okay? You can cook when you like and so will I.’ ‘Ghauri’, his voice was authoritative this time, ‘you are not my slave. You are my wife!’ ‘If you let your husband step inside the kitchen, you. Nisha also promised me to stay awake still the match is over for a company. Sathish told me to sms him the result as soon as the match is over and he took his mobile with him.Normally on such occasions we used to eat bit late only. But then as Sathish has to go we finished our dinner before 10’o clock itself. After Sathish went for work we sat down in the drawing room for a chat. Nisha asked me about my family as she was familiar with their names even though she didn’t see anyone. Subjects. A very attractive young lady her blond hair when down stretched all the way to mid back. At 5 foot 6 inches when she had her heels on she looked most men in the eye. Her blue eyes sparkled when she laughed, and that was often.Debbie had been working on a project all day, and late into the night until she realized that it was almost 9 PM. It was not easy to make it in the big city on your own, rent, food, and cab fare took all of her money. Her entertainment consisted of a black and white TV,. Her pussy suddenly buzzed. Lunch progressed. He looked at her from time to time and smiled a melting smile. She smiled back at him. They did this to each other several times. Em felt her nipples hardening and really liked that idea. Between courses she got up from the table and went to the bar outside for a cigarette. The restaurant was by the river. It was warm and breezy. She drew on her cigarette, telling herself for the umpteenth time that she should give them up, and drank from her glass.