"I want to kiss you, but that will wait. I want to whip you, but you'renot ready," he stared into her eyes, "First, we'll test your desires,a simple t...st. It will go on as long as you tell me. The difficulty is thatyour words will be meaningless. Come...I'll show you." He sat on the edge of the bed and with a gesture and a firm grip on her wristspulled her over his thighs. Her chest and stomach supported her weight on him.With his left arm, he held her shoulders tightly to his thigh. Her arms. Fir 1 din bato bato me maine unse pucha qpke husband to kai months me 1 bar aate h aur ap itni khubsurat ho apka kam kaise chalta hoga vo bolti mere pas kai aise item h.Jisse kam chal sakta h. Fir vo boli ki tum ye batao tumhari shadi to hui ni aur mere khayal se na koi gf h to tumhara kam kaise chalta h so maine bhi tapak se bola ki jaise apka kam ungliyo se chal jata h waise h mera kam hanth se chal jata h vo haste hue boli ki lagta h tumhari shikayat seth ji se krni padegi bade naughty ho. He went over to the recliner that she had put on the other side of the room and sat down on it. It was much more comfortable than the daybed. Tilting the recliner back, he looked at the small television with a built-in VCR wondering why she would change the guest room in that fashion. The remote control was on a small table by the chair. Next to the remote control was a note. Idly, he picked up the note and read it with a frown. He wondered why she wanted him to watch the television in this. Maisie dumped her bags and practically danced to the bar.“Usual?” she asked Ethan.“Please, I’ll grab us a seat.”He scooted round the table to get the best view of her leaning on the counter. At five-feet-two-inches, she was standing on her tiptoes to peer into the fridges behind the bar. Jason came up behind her, his hand on her waist as he brushed past. Ethan’s face clouded. He was happy with the easy banter they’d fallen into after working together for so long but watching her now with Jason.