Come on, let’s have dinner.We had dinner and watched some TV before putting the kids to sleep. Soon after, we also lay on the bed.Nisha was wearing ... satin nighty as she knew how much I love to see and feel her wearing that kind of nighty. I came closer to her, and she smiled, looking at me. I hugged her tight, and in no time, our lips were locked to each others’, and so were our bodies.I was caressing her body with my hands and kissing her all over on her lips, cheeks, neck, and arms. This was. ”Eibar boudir chinta korte laglo je ami boudi ke nengto obostha te dekhecgee. Tar opor boudir panty tao gayab hoye geche. Boudi amake lajja kore jigesh korlo, “tui ki amar ghor theke kono jinish niye esechis?” “haan boudi, jakhon ami bhetore elam to dekhlam je tomar ghorer meje te tomar kichu kapor pore ache. Ami segulo ke uthiye niye esechee.” boudir puro mukh ta lajja te lal hoye gelo aar boudi amake amta amta kero bollo, “amaar kapor gulo phiriye de.”Ami balisher tala theke boudir panty ta. While she continued her conversation, she began to jot a note in her planner. She chuckled at something the caller said--her laugh sent a chill down my spine. (She frightens me, Sir. She is all ice and stone--I sense no humanity in her. I still remember when you took me to her home, threatening to loan me to her while you were out of town, she was like an automaton with her slaves, not even displaying a certain satisfaction in her dominance over them; no pride of ownership, no pleasure in their. “That was ok,” he breathed heavily. “You know you’re cleaning that shit up right?” This was another slap in the face to me. I ignored him, “Are you going to delete that stuff of me?” I pleased. “Beg me, and say please I only listen to good girls.” I couldn’t take it anymore, I began to sob, “Please, I did what you asked, I listened. I was good. I don’t want to lose my job, I like it here. I just want to keep my job that’s all.” “Hmm that was convincing. Clean me up and I’ll do it, and since.