.wo kuch siskiyaaan le rahee theee.aur kuch kuch muje saath dene lageee theee..phir hum dono lip kiss start kar lee..aur kaafi der tak chali…aur mer... hath us k bol per gumaa raha thaa uskee aur phir uskee tshrt ko utaar diaa..kya mast nazara tha kaafi white thee under se..aur pink bra thee under..maine us k pet ko chataa aur us kee dootee per anee zabaan lagaa k chusaa us k pet ko.wo kaafi garam ho rahee thee.phir main uskee bra uthar k us k bol ko chusaa aur bite b kia zor se wo chikkh padee. Her milky-blue eyes were wide-set and clear below her full but well-tweezed smoke-brown brows. And it was probably her broad, high cheekbones that saved her triangular face from giving her the look of Saint Bernadette or a crafty mink. Her complexion, more so when she was not worried or dieting, was extremely fair, with just a hint of pink showing through the velvety skin of her cheekbones. But it was a flawed face, too. She took pains to cover up the defects, but in reality these were part of. "You heard the man. Make sure they're sorted out and tell them what to expect round here." Sarah put down the flogger, crop and paddle and shuffled off, her movements restricted by a short length of chain between her ankles. Lauren watched her go. "Do you guys want a beer?" she said."Shouldn't we check she's doing as she's told, after what you said?" Nah, I'll show you. Dad's got all this sorted." She picked up the remote control for the TV. As the set came into life she punched a button on the. He was 45 and had just gone through a divorce, his picturing smiling at her everytime she opened her webpage. Since he was in the Eastern part if Tennesee, they agreed to meet when she moved to her winter home. And here was the day. She felt like a school girl, anticipating her boyfriend to come running down the path. She had prepared as he told her he liked. Her blonde hair was down and curled, her lips painted the slightest shade of pink and her grey eyes had the faintest lines of make up..