The frosted window (the size of a full-length mirror) on the door read, _"The Jill Johnson Modeling Agency" _."She's a model?!" Marion said, her heart...sinking."She's a model!?" George said, his heart shrinking."Woof!" Well, you're the dog of a model," George told him."Yes, Neil. How do we know you're not in a doggie model," Marion told him, as the woman opened the door."Woof!" Good morning, Miss Grant," said the young man behind the front desk, who was handsome enough to be a male model. "Go. I took her on my bike and reached home by 6.45pm. It was going to be a rainy day as the sky was heavily clouded. Opps i forgot to describe her dress, well she was dressed in a red lehenga & black sleeveless top. Her hands full of bangles as she was still newly married and payals and black strapped heels. As soon as we were inside , we looked at each other with lusty eyes as i knew that this pretty married females will be at my mercy for the whole night, and my bulge in my pants expressed it. But the game's still going to be the same as it was before, withthe same blessings and dangers." |=-+-=|The lake had faded, and all I saw was featureless white. I sat down uponthe floor -- well, I couldn't really see a floor, but whatever I wassitting on, it supported me. My guide joined me there."Will I remember my old life?" You can." She looked at me gravely. "Many choose not to, and otherschoose to remember it as a past life. A few have chosen to. The fourth had moved in front of her and had one of his legs now between her knees. I see what their plan was now in moving to the bar stools. He pressed a little closer and her skirt slid farther up her thighs. Her legs were now parted enough for him to have one leg almost pressing almost against her pussy. I know she had to feel this yet she didn’t move or offer any resistance. She looked down and smiled. My cock jumped in my pants knowing that she was allowing him to approach her that way. .