Mera bas chale to me uthate bethate chut ki pija karu or usi ka prsad khaoooo is liye me aap ko mere saath hui or ek ghatana batana chahata hu baat ku...h hi mahono pahale ki hai on my birthday mere janam din par mom ne kafi logo ko dinner per invite kiya tha or unhone apane sabase best friend madhu ko bhi bulaya tha dosto mujhe madhu aunty bahut pahale se hi pasand hai me unake figure ka diwana hu. Unaka age 36 hai but still she look dam hot. Unake pati security officer hai or hamesha unaki. “Steven George,” said the knight, “come sit at the table with us, for as of this meal you have completed your service to us, and while this food is not so tasty as that served us on the trail, it is good, hot, and refreshing. And you didn’t have to cook it or clean up.” Steven smiled and sat next to the knight on the offered bench. The knight continued, “Brother, this fine fellow is Steven George the Dragonslayer. Steven, my brother, the Merchant of the North.”“Honored to meet you,” Steven said. It's a little late for recanting and second thoughts at this point. Conscious, but not terribly alert I seem to have slipped into the so-called "sub-zone" as the cheap BDSM novels and web-sites call it. I was never terribly sure what that meant, but think I'm starting to get the concept. Allowing someone you trust to take total control of your body, giving it to him until you both feel he owns it. No longer thinking so much as reacting. A complete awareness of every nerve in my body. I feel. Krista looked at Summer as she lied on her bed. Summer saw how frazzled Krista’s hair looked and Krista’s tired arm just dropped her bag immediately. With the weight now away from her hand, she walked over to where Summer lied and introduced herself.“You must be Summer. I’m Krista.”Honestly, Summer did not know what to make of her new dormmate. She looked as if she had not slept in a week. She was dressed in a plain tee shirt and pajama bottoms that were too long for her short legs. Yet, Summer.