? She glanced at Cassy for a moment, but it wasa look of embarrassment rather than suspicion, as she quickly looked down andthen ran to the Ladies? Ro...m. Cassy was indeed curious.?She had to know what had happened to this girl.? She had her suspicions of course?and it wasmost definitely Cassy who was to blame for the girl?s?plight. Cassy decided to do a little snooping.? She walked casually over to the Women?sBathroom and gently put her ear on the door to see if she could hear anything.? It was. At the back of the top shelf were two shoe boxes filled with, what looked like holiday photographs, at the time my only thought, were was that blasted receipt.The following day, feeling bored and lonely, I remembered the pictures and decided to get them out and have some happy thoughts of holidays past. I pulled both boxes out and sat down on the bed to have a look. The top picture was of Kate on a beach somewhere, topless and smiling at the camera. I didn't recognise the place or the picture,. Pan ani jara bar pan vatal..Me:- ani kasaa chukto to..Pooja:- apan dood pitonaa tasa…Me:- tuze koni dable ani chukle kaa..Pooja:- nahi ..Me :- tuze pan abya sarke karayche nahi kaa …Poojaa:- nakoo..Me :- mast vatil.. Ata dable teva mast vatal naa..Pooja:- hoo .Mi ponha ticha limbun var haat firavat mhanalo..” tuze bag naa kase lahan ahet limbu sarke..ani ek sangu haa manu kaa asto naa tyala chuktaa.. Tyatunch dood yet… Mote zalyavar..” asaa mhanat mi pooja che limbu halu halu dabu laglo ..Tiche. Out walks an elegant, long-legged coffee-with-cream black woman who is a combination ballerina and 800-meter track star. She is the woman of MK’s longest-held fantasies: tall, muscular, high bubble-bootied athlete framed in black lace lingerie—garter belt, thigh-high stockings, strapless bra barely covering firm breasts, naked pussy--and a gorgeous smile that demands more attention than any other physical feature. “Wow!”“That’s quite an extensive vocabulary for a woman as stunning as me.”“Any.