Aur unke salwar suit mein se unke mulayam stan kali bra ke andar se jhaankne lage….Mera khada ho gaya aur main control nahin kar paa raha thha… kh...ir thhodi der mein woh chali gayee aur maine darwaaza band karke unhe yaad kar bahut muth maari. main apna land dhokar nikla hi thha ki darwaaza knock hua…maine khola to woh saamne thhi. aaj Thursday hai …tumhare uncle dillli chale gaye hain aur mummy daddy bhi unke saath hi gaye hain…tu ghar aaja mujhe ek keel lagwaani hai…main apne ko sambhalta hua. Michelle was at her desk skimming through a stack of resumes for the open phys ed instructor position at her school."My God this is tedious." Michelle thought. "All these dewy eyed, idealistic, babies fresh out of college. And I have to pick through the piles." Michelle picked up another resume from the stack and scanned the cover letter. "Finally somebody with some experience. And at this school!" Michelle read the cover letter more thoroughly, of course the name Kathy Benson meant nothing to. He knew. I couldn’t talk my way out of this one. I was lucky enough to land a six figure insurance sales job in my mid-twenties and now I had blown it by throwing a hissy fit over a stupid guy. ‘I’m sorry’ I said and it came out like a panicked whisper. ‘Sorry for what? For throwing your phone?’ ‘It won’t happen again.’ ‘Well, I should hope not’ he laughed. ‘I know we pay you well here, but I still don’t think that regularly smashing perfectly good smart phones is the best financial choice you. “Would Mistress like to test out a carrot before they are shredded?” Sarah gave a suggestive smile, wanting to relay that she was there to please both Mistress and Master. She knew Jolene wasn’t wearing panties and they could easily play a little before cooking.Jolene’s eyes widened at the suggestion, but she smiled and coolly replied, “Perhaps another time. You may proceed with the recipe.”Sarah then shredded the carrots, chopped the pineapple, crushed the walnuts and minced the toasted.