She told me hi handsome ,I am cousin sister of your friend and stays in Mumbai.I heard a lot about you and your quality.I thanked her and showed my co...fidence in my expertise of massage.She told me how can she believe that I am so expert? She challenged me that if I can give her good massage and relax her only then she will accept.I asked her what will be my prize ? If i won ? She told me that She will make me professional in this field and she will introduce to me all her friends in Mumbai and. Despite being idents, we really were two separate people, and we tried (not very hard) to keep some individuality. But to be told this... !Now because we weren't exclusive, we promised to get together at the end of the evening. I spent some quality time with a couple—she had me squat over her face when we were done so her husband's come could drip into her mouth—and really appreciated how much attention he paid to my boobs. She did, too, and I returned the favor, but that's another story. I'm. Bedroom, bathroom, laundry room, den, it didn't matter. Day, night, morning, afternoon, or evening, it was all the same. Naked or clothed, alone or with company, an open door was an invitation.A closed door, however, was a polite sign that we wanted a little privacy – and we both respected that.I went down the hall to my room and made sure the door was closed behind me. If she had a guest in the house, I didn't want him wandering into my room by mistake, especially while I was getting my. He stood against the wall for a moment, glad that she was okay, and glad that no one was actually in the house, since he never stopped to grab anything to fight off a would-be attacker.He pushed himself off the wall, and leaned down on the floor to wake her up. "Kayla, Kay," he called out to her as he tried to wake her. She swung out towards him, almost taking his head off, when he grabbed her by the arms, essentially pinning her down. He began to gently shake her. "Kayla, wake up baby. Kayla,".