In my mind, opening it, turning to the last page where she’d left off…reading back, and then mentally erasing what I felt she couldn’t share wit... her mother. And there I wrote: ‘Under no circumstances…ever…will you share anything with your mother about us. Every time you even think about doing so, you will immediately erase that thought from your mind. If you even hear anything with regards to that, from any other source, including your mother, those words will likewise be immediately forgotten. She too was restrained but her restraints were a length of red cord tying her wrists behind her back. She also wore a blindfold; a blue silk scarf, around her eyes. “You have been a naughty girl again haven’t you?” He asked softly as his hand rested on her thigh. He could feel the strap of her suspender belt and the stocking fastener underneath her dress. Once again he had to restrain himself; restrain himself from sliding back the hem of her dress until he could see the soft white flesh of. Perhaps she wasn’t tall at only five foot six, but she made up for it in curves. This is why she favoured her stretch cord jeans above all the others, the velvety feel of the material never failed to impress when stretched over her taught ass cheeks. Her red lips formed a mischievous grin thinking about what she would get up to tonight. Her smile came complete with dimple and pearly white teeth following her impish almond eyes that twinkled with cheekiness. She brushed her thick armpit length. I was also tired from the travel of lahore so we decide to sleep and be ready for the next night so she went back to her room. Next day i woke up late and i was still in “saroor”. I saw beenish who was just coming out of bathroom after bath and she was looking like a fresh rose. As i saw her i started to sang “teri subho kaih rahe hai taire raat ka fasana” she smiled and said “chup karro aunty samajh naa jain”. The whole day as we got chance we kissed and hug each other and touched each other.