The strange behaviors of American men and especially American women will never cease to amaze me. They’re such a weird bunch. Two-faced, and deceitf...l. Lucky for us, I am more than equipped to deal with them. The other day, I walked into a department store in the city of Brockton. The store is located near East Bridgewater, right at the city limits. I just walked in. Just a six-foot-something good-looking and well-dressed black man in his early twenties casually strolling into a store. At the. Mai apni gand mrvane k bareme bht sochne laga ki kisse mrvau, kon meri marega or kaise mrvau kuch smj me nahi aa rha tha. Muze koi nahi mila fir maine socha mai khud hi apni gaand maar skta hu us raat maine google or youtube serch kiya usi me dekh kar maine apni gaand pe bht oil lagaya per muze gaand me ghusane je liye kuch mil nahi rha tha. Fir meri najar kitchen me rkhe gaye belan pr gai maine dekha ki wo jada mota nahi h jiski vjah se muze pahli bar me jada drd nahi hoga. Maine vo belan ko b. “That’s all right” she said. “I should really apologise to you too. You see, I was watching you in the dining room – I hadn’t meant to spy, I was just making sure I was ready to clear your plates away as soon as you were ready - and I…I…well, I could see what you were doing, and I saw what happened…I saw your husband…” and she tailed off, suddenly embarrassed again. “You saw him come,” said the woman. “I thought you had, but I couldn’t be sure. And you looked so sweet and demure in your white. Gretchen's heart leapt into her mouth, and she nearly gasped out loud at Nina's display. She bit her tongue to avoid saying anything, or displaying any emotion. Nina's pose was all the signal she needed, all the apology required. Nina was offering herself up as Gretchen's slave in the same way that she had first offered Gretchen the use of her tongue a few weeks before.Gretchen said nothing, made no sound, just looked at the beautiful woman on her knees before her, knowing that Nina's body was.