. Par mene to paka kar leye tha ki aaj to sex hoke rahega…Mene unko diwal k share kiya or lip kiss karne laga..Wo dhie dhire sath dene lagi… Or ka...an “Me tayar hun bt ye shirf humra secret hoga”… Me ne han kiya or kiss karne gya to unhone kaha yahan nai upar wale rum me.. Tum jaro me aati hun..Me to pagal sa ho gya tha mere saalo ka sapna pura hone ja raha tha… Me upar gya or wait karne laga… Wo aayi mene pucha der kyun lagayi.. Wo boli “Ghar ke doors and windows band kar rahi thi… Wo or kuch. It felt good, even though he was tied down, to be naked. The corset had been crushing and the shoes bit like sharks. They had washed all the make up off his face.A girl, or maybe a sissy, it was hard to tell since she was wearing hospital green coveralls, was hurting his face with a little gun. It made a little sizzle sound, then made a sting.Mistress Satin sat on a high barstool over to his left. He couldn't quite see her, since his head was in a vice, but he could hear her. He couldn't talk. "Suzette always said such wonderful things about you. I never got the chance to see that side. Our problems are my fault too. I didn't put forth much of an effort to get to know you. It's nice to know you and Mr. Crawford — and even Suzette — are next door when I need someone. I'm doing OK, though."Mrs. Crawford gave me a half smile and told me Suzette was coming home later in the week for Spring Break. She hoped I'd spend time with her — not just for Suzette's sake but because I needed to have. ”“Yeah well, you know what I mean.”“What do you mean Sam?”There was a pause while the Private searched for the right words.“What I mean Jed, is that I would truly like to sample her pears, and then pluck at her peach before taking her cherry for myself …”Both men stared at each other and then burst out laughing.“Damnation Sam, you’re quite the poet …”The talking and joviality then silenced itself again, only now they were both staring at the same thing. A small brown leather bag, fastened with.