Better now she said to herself. She straightened the seam in her black stocking. She loved the feel of nylons. And she knew Andy did too.With the big ...oncert coming up John Masters, the choirmaster, was making sure everything was tidy. He was a small, neat, very fastidious man. Some called him a fussbudget behind his back. The accompanist, Hazel settled herself on the piano bench. She wiggled her wide ass and looked quickly to see if Mr. Masters had seen it. He had. She smiled to herself and. " "Hi." She smiled at him. "How's your writing going?" "Really good. I wanted to tell you, I had this great idea when I was sleeping. I think if I can just sit down and start writing, it will come . . . just flow." He put his hand over hers. "I had to tell you first, though." "Luke, that's so sweet. I'm flattered." Emma didn't know how she managed to keep her voice steady. "It's only fair. You were my muse." "What?" "I kept thinking about how you looked during the concert last week, and you. Uske sath sab kuch kar liya. Ab kitni baar bhi karu kya ho jayega. Please tu ghar se bahar chala ja na.Main – Pagal hai kya? Main kahi nahi ja raha bahar itni dhup hai aur tu rehene de ab mat kar bus.Manu – Please samajha kar. Bohut mann hai aur aaj nahi to kal main koi room ka jugaad kar lunga. Teri mummy ko waha le jakar chodunga to isse acha hai ki aaj hi kar le.Main – Main bahar nahi ja raha samjha kar.Manu – Tu ek minute bahar to aaja main yahi khada hu.Fir main bahar gaya aur Manu wahi. Yes mistress.” “Well.. go on then,” I say, grinning mischievously. “And, here, sit in my lap.” I move my legs apart slightly, motioning for her to sit. She stands up and moves in front of me facing away, she hesitates for a moment and as she stands there I reach up around her waist. “Better take this off,” I say, hooking my thumbs into the waist band of her skirt and slowly taking moving it down off her hips and letting it fall to the ground. I notice she never put any underwear on earlier. “No.