Jub may nay ussay razi dekha to mera aik close friend hay may nay socha key wo tehk rahey ga or sana ko kaha key Akram kesa raheyga to kehnay lagi key...tehk hay. Saturday ka programe done hogaya.May nay akram say bataoo he bataoo may zikar keya to wo razi hogaya or Saturday walay din raat may ghar agaya. Sana nay Black colur ki shalwar kameez pehni hohee the or bohat smart lag rahey thee uss ki chuttar or boob bohat khobsurat lagrahey theeyy or kiamat dharahey theeee akram ussay dekha ker. The note had said it, with question marks all around it, ‘songs that Mary sang when she told me her story’. Her story, told in songs, like she’d been doing with that singer-songwriter that Eric couldn’t stop talking about. She’d been strumming her own pain, telling her own life with her songs, and I wished I could have been the sole member of her audience. I hadn’t known it, but then all of a sudden I did. It was madness, but it seemed I loved her. And she loved… him. The list of songs, they. ” The phone was gone, he dropped it onto the couch, swept up the crop and stood, still half inside of me. Wrapping me around him he strode to his desk and slid me onto the cold wood, grasping both my arms at the angle to lower me onto my back before he raised my legs above my head.“Arms up.” Obediently I lifted my arms above my head and put my wrists together. “I told you not to speak to him. I am not pleased.” He slid himself from me slowly, ran the crop across my pussy and then whipped it. My mom wasn't crazy about it, but my dad said that it was better than Charles Village." So when do you move in?" In three weeks. I have to go back home for two weeks to wrap up a few things. I leave a week from tomorrow." She smiled crookedly, then continued, "You'll have to do without me for a few days." I think I'll survive. My experiments might not, though." You know you're weird, right?" I aim to--oh my God." My face turned pale."What?" She turned to look, saw my expression, and pulled over.