Meg and Monique both arrived home just before lunch time. Upon seeing Alya they hugged her, and then they all started asking each other about their su...mer vacations."I just saw Mr. Bullard," Monique said at a lull in the conversation. "He said he's waiting for payment."Alya and Meg giggled."What's so funny?" asked Lissa. "Isn't Mr. Bullard the landlord?" Exactly," said Alya. "It means it's time to draw straws." Oh yes. He mentioned that when I checked in."All three of her roommates laughed at. Now I’m sharing my real experience and hope you will love it.Share your feedback at , full privacy will be maintained.I had a beautiful colleague in my office team who had a child like face and mouth watering assets, maybe 34-30-34. We were in the same team and just had professional relations. I being a shy guy was not able to take chances. Things moved faster and we were getting close. We used to share personal and professional matters and there I got to know that she recently had a breakup. She used the toilet and then stepped into the tub. She sat down and I proceeded to wash her body for her. “This has been a big weekend for you.” I told her. “Yes it has. Have I pleased you Master?” “Yes you have.” I told her as I ran a soapy was rag over her breast. “Tell me what your thoughts of the weekend are.” “Well first, I could not believe that after you told me to meet you for dinner that I actually did what you asked. Then when you exposed me to the waiter, I thought I would die right. We were going to follow the column if it were strung out more than we expected so that we could be sure of eliminating the officers. I didn’t consider them any more dangerous that any other man in the militia column, but I thought that it would be a great psychological blow if the officers were killed very early in the battle.Finally, here they came. All four officers were riding close together and passing around a flask of what had to be liquor. Certainly, no Southern officer would be caught.