So is Sari Stone, for that matter. This is not to say that they were not inspired by living human beings, however, any resemblance to persons living o... dead is purely coincidental and none should be inferred. It is mid afternoon. Faustus Mortal goes to the Basilica Cardinale. He is there almost every day as a religious. Seated in the knave are two whom he knows: Sari Stone and Toy Euler. Sensing him arrive, Sari rises and goes to greet him. They go to the West Wing to whisper. Sari Stone:. Her name was Meena and she was Indian-American from California. We lived across the hall from each other our first year in college. She was the most stuck up, bitchy person I had ever met. She came from a wealthy fam!ly who had clearly spoiled her. She basically thought she was royalty and the rest of us were peasants. To make it worse she was really smart (we went to one of the top U.S. colleges) and was an academic star. And then to make it even worse she was beautiful and she knew it. So. "Enough!", Jane said aloud... almost too loud. She headed to the bathroom, where she removed her dress. Her relief was visible, after removing her bra and panties. Finally, her body could get some relief from the relentless attention her clothing was doting upon her. Still, she was too embarrassed to relieve herself in a public washroom, so she did the only other thing she could do. She thought that, perhaps, she could wear her dress, sans underwear. Hopefully this would give her the relief she. Wow you wont imagine she was wearing black bra which I cd look easily and her white colored chest was looking fam good.She was wet and I cd not controlled my self. I asked her to get Cofee. She was not bother about her cloths are wet. When she was preparing cofee for me i was looking at her.She got a perfect back.Uhhhh. I was totally errected and my rocket was rock hard. She got a nice figure. When she came near to me I delebralty touched her wow it was a lightining experiance. I hold her hand.