But don’t know if it’s serious.Ashwini: that’s what, nothing is serious with Rohit.Me: true.Ashwini: I wanted to ask about this itself.Me: what ...bout it?Ashwini: does he ever talk about me?Me: about what?Ashwini: you know. What he feels about me?Me: I’ll be honest, we never spoke about this topic before.Ashwini: does he like anyone? I mean like seriously like.Me: I doubt. You know Rohit. I’ve never seen him serious about anyone. What’s wrong Ashwini, is everything fine?Ashwini: yes. All. She came from the kitchen and asked me if I need to go early or I can stay for little more time.I told that its ok I will stay.Then she sat beside me and kept her hand on my thigh casually this again aroused my boner to which she giggled and said this is second time srinu and asked me dont you have a gf. I said no.Dont you masturbate daily she asked .I am shocked for that straight question and also felt embarrassed and replied that yes I do but not daily. She moved her honds towards my zip and. Small heat lamps hung down to keep the food warm.The Formica counter had a small stainless steel rail that ran across the back. Built into the rail were menu holders, with small menus sticking up. In front of the menus were the condiments, sugar, catsup, mustard, salt, and pepper. Ed reached over to the menu holder and pulled out two of them, handing one to Nora. Opening it, he saw that the food was typical diner fare including the standard Chef Salad. He didn’t want a salad, so that left him. I take off the apron and drop it in the hamper with your dirty clothes. As you sleep, I grab your shampoo and pour some in my hand. I pour a little water on your head and begin to massage your scalp as I work it into a rich lather.When I start to rinse the strawberry-scented foam from your long beautiful black hair, your eyes flutter open. You smile at me as I finish with your hair. As I drain the water, I use the handheld pulsating shower head to rinse the last of the bubbles from your wet.