I sat on the stool which seemed to be facing the curtain holding Tams shorts and could help but notice the young assistant at her desk, she had a view...right through the gap although she wasn’t making it obvious and as Tams was facing me she would have a perfect view of her arse as she lifted her skirt up, mind you so would anyone else who walked past so it was lucky that it was very quiet, I think we were the only ones in the fitting rooms. With her skirt lifted she gave me a lovely view of her. Or hm hasne lage.Tabhi achanak mam mere bilkul nazik aayi or mere aankho me dekhne lagi,mai shoked to hua but waise hi baitha raha.Fir dhire se aankhe band kara unhone n kaha pyar kro mujhe.Mujhe to laga jaise lottery lag gyi..Fir mai or mam dono hi lambe smooch me doob gye,dono hi ek dusre k jibh ko chat rhe the,dhire dhire mai track suit k upar se unke boobe dabane lag gya,unhone jara b mana ni kiya jb ips alag hue to bs aankhe band kr k i love u simoh i love u bole ja rhi thi..Maine dhire se. About thirty minutes later, I arrived at the apartment and I heard a strange noise through the door. It was like music and muffled voices, but it sounded kind of familiar. After I listened for a moment, I realized where I'd heard it before; it was from one of my porno DVDs that I watched at night while Jen was at work. Confused, I opened the door and stepped inside. Four women sat on the couch: Jen and Jenny, and their neighbors, two other strippers. One of them was a brunette with the same. His massive four-poster bed dominated the room, on his nightstand were a chandelier, an ornate cup that he knew used to hold dornish wine and a list his previous self had been working on late last night. On the left of his bed the open balcony door blew a soft breeze his way. From his room in the Red Keep he had a tremendous view not only on the city of Kings Landing below him, but also on the ocean stretching into the distance. A distance in which, as Lyonel knew from his extensive knowledge.