Many of the boys in my college and some local guys had an eye on me. But I ignored all of them.After my completion of my 12th, some of my relatives su...gested me to study in a good college in the nearby city. So my parents decided for me to go to Vizag and stay at my brother’s house. On one fine Sunday, we went to Vizag. There my uncle and aunt received us happily. I enquired about my brother. He went to college he is doing his B Tech. After some time my brother arrived. He looked very happy. I turn around so that my back is to you and bend forward, propping my hands on the bench in front of me and grinning over my shoulder at you. From your position, you can see the wetness of my slit and my inner thighs. You can also see the tight pink pucker of my asshole and you feel a sudden intense urge to lick me from clit to asshole and back again. I wiggle my ass invitingly. “I’ve been such a naughty little girl,” I tease jokingly, dragging a finger around my dripping wet hole while you. " Music to my ears.Fax machines were pretty new then, and not every law firm had one. Mine didn't. Federal Express was based in Memphis, but it had just started up, and wasn't the first outfit one thought of when communication was needed quickly. And you can forget about e-mail, cell phones, PDAs, and the rest of the paraphernalia that has become so much a part of our lives in recent years. What I had for speedy written communication was a cable terminal, sometimes called a "Teletype" machine,. I clapped him on the shoulder and walked down the hallway to the office I was using.Jenny and Michelle were already inside and appeared poised for whatever task I sent their way."Did either of you hear from Mark or Lucy last night?" I asked."Mark called," Jenny admitted. "He said the motel clerk had no idea where the old surveillance discs were. He was going to check with the day manager and give us a call."I noticed she was looking over my shoulder as she spoke and I turned to find someone.