Mene rply me thank you kaha. Badme hamari bate suru hui hamne half ne hour tak back stage hi bate ki.Mene jana ki vo ek hous wife he or bandra me reha...i he. Uski ek beti he jo 5 sal ki he or uske pati bznsmn he ir jyadatar out of city rehte he. Unka nam tha priya. Hamne half ne hour me apna nmbr exchange kar liya tha. Bad me do dino k bad priya ka msg aaya. Fir hamari bat hui. Vaise hi har roj bate hone lagi. Mene jana ki vo kafi upst rehti thi. Fir priya ne ek din milne ka pln banaya ham dono. A loud noise caught me off guard. It was the steel door slamming shut. There she was. Absolutely stunning. She had black hair with red streaks that went down to her shoulders. Her height surprised me. Mistress Nikki was not much shorter than me, probably about 6 foot 1. The knee high vinyl boots added to that. The black leather corset squeezed her body and pushed her large breast together for quite a sight.“On your knees slut! I want you to crawl to me like a fucking animal. You are nothing but. He asked me if I liked the sport. “I love ice hockey!” I told him. “My cousin back in Boston used to play. He was awesome. He played in the Bean Pot on the winning team in ’98. I used to watch him all the time.” “Do you think you’d want to be a manager?” he asked hopefully. “I mean, we could always get someone else if you don’t want to do it. I think Alex said that Angel was interested, or something. So don’t worry. You don’t have to do it.” The mention of Angel having that extra time with. He has been married now probably for about -- years... I also know his wife well... they have been living in the -- area for all their married life... don't know why I've kept up correspondence with him cause he use to irritate the hell out me... he use to advise me when I never asked for it and other times I would tell him something and he would go off about himself... similar to R--'s writings... I didn't write to him for at least 6-8 months after I came here... his writing to me totally.