She wore only a shirt with no bra, and underwear. It couldnt have been better. I opened my bag of goodies and pulled out the rope, and the collar and ...eash. Carefully, hoping not to wake her, I slipped the collar around her neck and snapped it closed, then clipped the leash to the collar. I slowly pulled her shirt off. I then pushed her onto her stomach, preparing to tie her hands behind her when he jerked awake. I threw all my weight on her and slapped my hand on her mouth. Shhh… I whispered. His hands slide over my hair and I feel a wave of contentment."I'm sorry I made you worry," he says and I look up at him. He's got a smile on his face and I'm now confused."Then why did you send me that text?" I ask him. "Why didn't you answer me back,"He leans over and grabs the two shopping bags and now I'm confused more than anything else. If he wants to leave me, why does it seem he bought me something."So, I did a little shopping earlier today. I'm sure that I got the sizes all wrong but I. We went up to sit at the bar opposite the other and I ordered a beer and Cheli had a gin and tonic and we sat there watching TV while we drank. Cheli and I were thirsty so we pounded down the first round quickly and ordered another. After a while the men at the bar started a conversation with us and everything seemed good for a while.Like I said they had been there when we arrived and they must have been there awhile as they were quite drunk and the men didn't hide the fact they liked the looks. An off-shoulder tank top made Rashmi’s hot body irresistible to touch. No one could say that she was my stepmom. With a 34-28-36 figure, Rashmi looked like my girlfriend.I was all of 5’11”, about to complete 24, and she had just finished 30. Soon I heard the unmistakable ‘shick-shick’ sound of sharp scissors through thick hair. Rashmi had grown about 9-10 inches of dark hair since I’d seen her with chin-length bobbed hair in Delhi.Three inches removed from the bottom, the Latvian stylist.