While bringing utensils to the kitchen, I unintentionally spilled some water on the floor. And..and..Sangita slipped on that. She injured her leg. She...had a sprain. I ran when I heard the sound. She was struggling to stand.I picked her up and took her to the sofa. I brought a balm (lotion) to apply it on the sprain. She lifted her gown for me. I was hesitant to touch her. She was clean shaved under there. Her legs felt like silk.I started applying the balm and said sorry. I felt guilty. Tears. I was right about the aroused smell because she's is already soaking wet! She was super horny! I gave her a kiss on the lip and she kissed me back. We lip kissed each other, then tongue sucking, and hard French kissing for 20 seconds. She told me to wait here and she will be back. She walked inside her house and came back in a minute and told me to come inside her house. I walked him and she closed the door, lock it up, closed the certent on the front windows, and came back to kissing me. At. We exchange introductions, talked about the script, and time frames they need to keep her available for shootings, as well as other things relevant to this job. Finally we got around to discussing the cost per episode. They wanted to know just what I thought.“You are looking for a beautiful blonde, with a great body, who has some intangibles that fits the script.”, I said, “one who will draw in the male viewers, and make them drool.” “There are a lot of blonde’s out there, but you choose. In the case of Ilana and Jack, it engulfed them. By then it was dark, and the alleys were lit only by a couple dim lights. Jack pulled Ilana with him, holding tightly to her hand and never looking back at her, as if he knew exactly where he was going. He was really looking, for the perfect spot. And when he found it, he wasted no time. She was pinned against the wall in seconds, his large hands gripping her wrists above her head. Ilana had been waiting so long to taste his mouth, and now his.