My id is. () Ye koi imagnary story nhin hai ye ek real story hai jo 2 sept 2010 ki golden night ko hui.mein sealdah rajdhani mein evng time delhi se s...aldah k liye chala.meri sath seat par ek bhut sexy aunty jeans or shirt mein bethi thi.train chalte rhi humaro baat chit ka silsila chala.Baaton baaton mein hum bhut frank ho gye usne mujhe apna background or famìly k bare mein btaya.uska naam suruchi tha or uska pati dubai mein tha vo calcutta mein apne ek 3 saal k bache k sath akeli rehti thi.. The bus driver gave me a strange look as I paid for my ticket, and thensaid, "Nice lips!" Which made me blush like mad when I realised my lipswere still coated in the creamy pink lipstick! Feeling hyperembarrassed it it occurred to me that Betty had not replaced thepatches on my arm, but as I had been late back from Mrs Wilmslow's Iassumed she either forgot or ran out time.Although embarrassed about my lips I walked home with a silly smile onmy face. Calling, "Only me." When I got in I went. That’s the world according to me, folks. Seriously. I prefer to keep things simple. Sometimes, my friends wonder how come I have such a bleak way of looking at the universe. Especially my good friend Wendy Posse, whom I met while a student at Bay State College in Boston back in the mid-2000s. She is a cute young Black woman who currently works at Macy’s in Brockton. Working hard to take care of her hubby Steve and her daughter Stephanie. She’s one of the few women I’ve disclosed my bisexuality. "How would you like me to do that? Mistress?" I'm sure you'll think of something." She closed the door behind her andwalked down the stairs. I pulled the leash and almost pulled a shoulder outof its socket. What the heck was I going to do?It was must have been an hour before Claire came back up the stairs. I hadfound that I couldn't reach anything, get anywhere or get loose. I wasgetting desperate to pee but my repeated calls to mistress, Miss Claire orjust plain Claire went unheeded. Finally I.