’ bole haste haste toilet-e gelo. Ami ghorer dorjata lock kore dilam. Ektu bade fresh hoye, brush kore bulti bathroom theke beriye elo. Eber oke kha...e bosiye aste aste sleeping suit-er jamar botam gulo ekta ekta kore khulte laglam. Ektu ektu kore mai gulo beriye elo, tarpor jamata puro khule khater opor chure fele dilam. Ekta chotto kishori-r mai je eto khara, naram ar tight hote pare jantam na. Forsa buker opor brown nipple duto dekhe mone hochhe jano machi bose ache. Bogol-e ektu ektu halka. "So, will you do it?" We'll piss off the rest of these bidders but this is the last time I'm coming here and you'll never return either," she said. "I'll get the two of them. Leave the young slave for Stella; she'll be in good hands with her." Ok, let's do it," I said, hoping the Queen wouldn't mind me helping save the others.I walked back to my seat and a minute later Mr. Lombardi came in and stood on the catwalk under one of the spotlights."Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for coming on such. They also would not open for breakfast; the outreach centre had decent breakfasts and they wouldn’t have to start so early.Upon seeing the new restaurant, they packed the place in no time, even though they could get a free meal nearby.The meals were a delightful change from the outreach centre meals, so Mark tipped them handsomely for all the meals, since it was one way to get additional money into the economy.That scene repeated itself across many communities, schools and public buildings. This story is not based on any other work,nor is it a sequel to any other work. This is all me. I hope you likeit. Please give feedback, I want to continue it.Mother's SacrificeBy Hawlk"Doctor, isn't there anything you can do for my son?" the setting is ahospital room.In a bed, lies a boy of nineteen on life support. He appears to beasleep. Nearby, stands a beautiful woman of thirty-five with long,brown hair, big amber eyes, large D-cup breasts, wide, sexy hipsattached to well built thighs and.