We used to go school early in the morning as with my Uncle and Auntie, who were working in a Noida. One fine day, I got up for school and rushed to to...let for nature’s call, as pressure was building up. The door was shut half way, as there was no electricity.I just slammed the door and was just begin to enter, I saw my Chachi, shitting on the Indian Style Latrine. She was surprised, so do I was. She stood up, seeing me and trying to cover her up with one hand, slammed the door back.I was a bit. . children chasing balls into the street. A good driver looks at his mirrors, his speed, the traffic ahead, the traffic behind, intersections coming up, stop lights, tail lights. If a good driver talks to his passengers he doesn't look at them ... looking at the person in the back seat is the epitome of rude. He keeps the volume on the radio low enough that he can hear what's happening to the engine ... and he listens for sirens. He should always yield to emergency vehicles ... nobody ever said. She had just said exactly what I needed to hear.“At first I did but the whole point actually is to boost my self confidence and well to be honest I actually really enjoy it.”“Being naked outside or the fact that perhaps people can see you?”“Well both I guess. I love the feeling of the breeze and the sun kissing my skin and well to be honest it is a bit exciting thinking that someone might be watching.”“Oh. I hope you don't think I was standing around deliberately watching you.”Cathy clearly. She heard a squeaking noise. Suddenly, a full length mirror was rolled in front of her. Then, another was positioned behind her.She couldn't see the person who was positioning the mirrors around her bound body."I always like to know if my customers are satisfied," the sneering woman's voice said as she grabbed Kelli's hair."Take a look at your tattoo, darling." Look nice?"Kelli was afraid to open her eyes.The hand yanked hard in her hair."I said LOOK at it!!"She slowly opened her eyes and her.