Tarpor dwitiyo pa ti tule setar thekeo salwar alga kore phello. Hotath or garam niswas aamar uru dutor majkhane, aamar jonir kache porlo. Etokhon aami...jeno norte paarchilam na, kintu ekhon hotath pa duto jeno pran phire pelo. Ekta chhaapa uttejona, ekta ojaana bhoy aamar sorrier modhye anubhab korlam aar ek pa pichiye gelam.Aamar maatha jeno bon bon kore ghurchilo, najore porlo Rahuler jangiyar saamneta jeno aaro phule aache. Rahul aamar haath dhore uthey daralo aar aamar kandhey haath rekhe. Her 'dirty thirties.' She wears a navy blue blazer over a pastel blue button-up blouse. A blouse that doesn't appear to be buttoned at all. Her navy blue skirt, stockings, dark blue strappy open-toe heels and a conservative clutch complete her outfit. She leans over the table and turns over the label from my sandwich wrapper, giving me a clear look into her blouse. The light blue lace of her bra teases and hints at what remains hidden."Do you like?"Is she making a move on me?Her manicured. Ab main sasur k bathroom se waapas apne room em ejaane ka intzaar karne lagi. maine faisla kar liya th ak aaj saari jhijhak chhodni padegi warna jo ab tak kiya hai vo bekaar ho jaayega.Mujhe pata tha k abhi tak maine jitni himmat dikhaayi hai utni himmat main fir kabhi nahi jutaa paaungi. jab mere sasur waapas apne kamre me chale gaye to main bhi un k kamre ki aur chal padi. mera dil badi jor se dhadak raha tha. jo main karne ja rahi thi us par mujhe khud yakeen nahi ho raha tha. Maun ye bhi. He pulls you in front ofthe full length mirror and stands behind you as you look at yourself inthe mirror. "Look at you sissy!" He holds the leash close to thecollar with one hand and pulls your face closer to the mirror, his otherhand on your hip, you can feel his body up against yours. "Look atyou!" You stare at yourself in the mirror, your hands raised up to yoursides effeminately. He moves his head close to your shoulder, he'slooking at you in the mirror, your eyes locked. He whispers.