.......” the owner never let her finish.“If you want to work in this place you had better do as I say when I say it, don’t think any other emplo...er in this town will want a girl with your attitude, especially when I send them a bad reference of your failings.”“I’m sorry....”“Oh shut up girl. Now take those jeans off and that sweater.”“But.....”“I said shut up. Do as I instruct you,” she bellowedJust then there was a knock at the door.“Yes come in,” the old women said sweetly.When the door. It had a strange texture, but it wasn’t bad. He’d said, “Next time . . .” so I knew that wouldn’t be the last time he’d make me do that.Fortunately for me, the next day was Saturday. My parents were home, so I knew I wouldn’t see Robert over the weekend.* * *Early Monday afternoon went about the same as Friday. Robert found me in the house, forced me to my knees, and shoved his thick cock into my mouth. I gagged some, but not as much as on Friday. This time, when he started coming in my mouth,. But iss kahani ki heroine ne mujhe pighla dia. Mei iss kaafi time se padh raha hu. Aise hi padhte padhte ek kahani maine padhi jiski writer ka naam tha shruti. Waha usne apni email id deke rakhi thi.Maine usse turant message kiya. 2-3 din tak koi reply na aaya to mai bhi bhool gaya. Fir 4th day reply aaya.Hum dono ne casual chat chalu ki. Wo bangalore mei rehkar job karti thi and hamari kaafi acchi friendship bhi ho gayi thi. Hamare tastes bhi kaafi milte julte the.Dheere dheere hum healthy. [pause]... "He can't come to the phone just now, Ginger; I'mmaking his lunch. Can I help you?" ...[longer pause]... "Oh, yes, Iremember, he mentioned it last week. This Saturday, you say... What timedoes it start?" ...[pause]... "Oh, that's much too late, Ginger; that'salmost his bedtime. And when does it end?" ...[pause]... "Oh, good gosh,no! He won't be able to keep his eyes open. And he can't drive. Howwould you two get there? And how would he get home?"...[pause; Mommy'sface darkens]... "Of.