Meri pichli kahanni shayad logon ko pasand nahi aayi isiliye muhje zyada mails nahi aaye sirf 3 mails aaye muhe koi baat nahi.Jo log mujhe nahi jante ...n logon ke liyeM sahil from Mumbai 27 years old and single u can reach me on Ab boar na karte hue siddha story pe aata hoon Aap sab log jante ho Mumbai ki trains ki rush 8th june 2015 ki baat hai mein thane station pe train ka wait kar raha tha at platform number 4 mein chakala mein job karta hoon isiliye muhge ghatkopar se metro pakardna tha. There were quite a few patrons in this aisle. When I stopped to look at one, some guys walked past behind me. The space between the aisles was kind of narrow. As they passed behind me, I felt a few fingers brush the backs of my thighs just below the hem. Oh my god! I instantly felt the back of my thighs erupt in goose pimples. The feeling was so powerful. The feeling of being touched by a stranger. The feeling of being so vulnerable in such a skimpy outfit. The feeling of danger of being caught. ”“Why then? I mean, you couldn’t have been very old in 1956, ‘57. What happened?”“I saw the bad guys tie Dale Evans to a chair for the first time.”“And THAT made you a Dom?”“Reckon so. It certainly taught me that I liked seeing women tied to chairs.”“Son of a bitch! I think I’ve got it! Look!”I take the freshly-rolled joint, carefully examine it with my fingers, and drop it into my shirt pocket.“One down, nine to go. Congratulations, sub. There’s hope for you yet.”“Gee, thanks, SIR! Now, please. A short, not tight, miniskirt. Thong panties. A pretty blouse, unbuttoning from the front. A small amount of makeup. High heels.NO Bra! NO Hose!DO NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, PLAY WITH YOURSELF.Whoo boy, what was going on? Play with myself? That is what got me into this in the first place. Finally! My 30 minutes are up. Looking out the window, "FUCK", his blinds are all closed. He wasn't even watching. "Asshole." It was 7:00 PM and I did not have much time to get ready. I guess I will have to.