The urge. The instinct. The butterflies.Never rush... each step is deliberate... each swing of the arm... the way your shirt creases as you walk.. the...way you breathe in sync with your slow gait as you cross the room... shoulders squared... chin set defiantly... nature itself requires the male of each species to dance and preen for female selection... a presentation in hopes of greater pleasures to come.Jake knew she was watching every move as he made his way to her. He could sense her. Raghu bhai – “Ok Aruna, for just you, I will be there”.I – “Thank you sir”.I stand up to go and he also stands up and raises his hand for shake which I accept and we shaking our hands. His rough palm was on my smooth palm. His middle finger caressing my palm. The time of hand shaking is more then required.I came out from his cabin and I knew when I turn back, he looking at my swinging ass which I tightly wrap in saree.For the special occasion I have to purchase a brand new saree. My husband’s. You didn't really think with anything but this pathetic little prick of yours did you, you worthless slut?" No," I replied defeatedly and then suddenly the grip around my balls got even tighter, the pressure making my breath and my throat constrict, making me grit my teeth in pain. "That's no Mistress Kimberly you bitch! Do you understand?" Yes, Mistress Kimberly," I softly yelped, hoping not to incur any more of her wrath."Good now that thats settled, and that we've documented your . " They look like snot," said Jessica with a giggle."There is nothing wrong with peas," said Helen. "You should try them." I did," said Sandra. "They're horrible."Jessica did like peas, but had to settle for baked beans most times.Sandra was not moving on her disliking for peas."Next time, I'm going to put some peas on your plate," said Helen."I won't eat them," said Sandra. "I don't like them and I never will!"She had had this scenario at school, where peas often were servedinstead of beans..