I placed my hand on her robed shoulder. She awoke. She saw. She did not freak. She watched. I watched. She sat up and turned toward me. We sat in sile...ce for quite some time. Then she laid back down. On her side. Head where it was. Eyes on mine.She reached up and held my cheek. My hand found her side. Her hand moved to my shoulder. Mine went to her back. She rubbed her head into her pillow, and it formed itself into a very accurate likeness of a steel rod. Her hand left my shoulder and found my. It was almost like a separate room!I went and occupied the table and started looking at the menu. She came and sat in front of me. Again she was in burka and so I couldn’t figure out her face or anything. I jokingly asked if she is really Thabassum or her mother. She laughed and removed her wail.She was very very fair and beautiful with a flawless face – big eyes, straight nose, rosy lips and a round face. Her face reminded me of Bollywood actress Karishma Kapoor. I admired her beauty and she. It was at that point that I realized that I’d never been alone with Mrs. Cartwright. Sitting right next to her in the passenger seat made me very conscious of her presence, especially with her long legs shooting out from under her dress, her thighs quite exposed as the material had ridden up toward her waist. I took a quick peek and immediately felt a twitch in my pants. At that very moment, she tugged at the hem, pulling it down slightly. I blushed bright red, thinking I must have been busted.. “I think he likes you!” She said as she came closer. I kept turning my face away from him, trying to respond. “Yeah, I think he likes me a little too mu-mmlph!” My sentence was rudely interrupted by his tongue popping my mouth as I tried to respond. Carly’s laughing resumed as the pitbull probed my unconsenting mouth with his long, strong-tasting tongue. He got about two licks in, scraping his tongue against my teeth before I closed my lips tight to prevent further entry. Unfortunately, his.