Maksim only ever addressed him so formally when he was in the mood to mock. And Balior knew why. His long red cape rustled loudly on the stairs as it ...ragged behind him and the ruby clasp that held it together over his chest was so massive that one might mistake it for an apple. Balior liked dressing well, but this ceremonial garb that he was forced to don whenever meeting new subjects was so opulent that it verged on the ridiculous. The heavy silver crown that rested on his head, imbedded. I knew my roomies won’t return till later and we had good three to four hours. Her mom was also out for doing tuitions and her brother was out of town.I dropped a mail to my manager saying I need to leave early since I wasn’t feeling well. Next stop was a chemist shop just to be safe. As I approached our abode, my heart skipped many a beat. I fumbled with my keys and slowly opened the door expecting her to be there. She was not there and I was disappointed. I pinged her on her cell letting her. She told me that my Uncle would be back from work at 11 which would be before her night out finished and he would pay me for babysitting. She turned to go out the door and I checked out her arse in her tight skirt and could just make out the line of a thong through it. She suddenly turned and I was completely caught looking at her arse. She had a little smile to herself. "oh do me a favour, when your uncle gets back remind him to put his work close in the washing machine with the rest of. It was a cheap picture book, one that you get at out-station railway platforms. On one side were pictures and on the other side were text in Hindi. What struck me about the pictures was that they were of a . Seeing the pictures and reading the text made me really horny.I was sure that Akash would notice the wet growing patch on my knickers. What I did not notice, was that he had pushed apart my thighs and somehow my panty had moved to one side, so that his hard cock was resting on my bare.