Things were at a hectic pace and I knew that it was time to open. There were all kinds of wonderful smells. The patrons were getting the experience ...f their lives. It was so exclusive that there was a six month wait for reservations. I overheard someone say that a nine course meal there was $10,000. I hoped that they had enough of my milk for the evening because I was drained. My back hurt and I went up to my room to relax. I would have to do one more cycle later for tomorrows early. From the look of it, it was a small sheltered cove that was surrounded by stone shelves and sparse grasslands. As they put in for the night we sailed on, looking for our own berth for the night. Luckily we didn't have far to go. We found a matching cove a mile or two distant from where the Minoan ship had dropped her anchors and we put into it for the night.We used the small rowboat to ferry most of the crew to shore and any food that they wanted cooked. I left a watch on the Windrunner just in. He kya ? Me bolne wala tha ki apne galat no. Laga diya tha par turant mene mazak me keh diya Ha ye shruti ka no. He par wo to abhi apni mummy ke sath bazaar gayi he apna mobile ghar par chhod gayi he….Usne kaha aap kon bol rahe he mene mene kaha me uska father bol raha hu …Wo thoda hadbada gayi fir usne mujhe namaste kiya aur mene usse aise hi haal chal pucha fir thodi der baad mujhe laga ki ab jyada mazak ho gaya to mene usse kaha ki me aap se mazak kar rah tha mene usse sorry bola aur saari. We never heard them was we were making them on our own. I sent him a text the next morning telling him about how I woke up with a wonderful smile I woke up with on my face, thinking I’d hear back from him for a request for Round 2. I kept checking my phone expecting to get a text or a voice mail. My mood sullened throughout the day as I never got a response back. By the end of the night, I felt like a whore that got cheated out of not only my dignity, but the appreciation of my best fuck ever..