.To me bola jane do mat pucho..To mami ne force kiya fir bola me aap bhot khoobsurat ho apka figure ek numbr hai.To mami ne pucha or kya kya pasand ha.....Me bataya or kuch dekha nahi to kese batau kya kya pasand hai…Aesahe humari batein or roj ka ek round chalu raheta tha…Fir ek din ratko mama ka phone aya activa sikhate sikhate mama bole me kaam se bahar ja raha hu tu aaj garpe sojana mami k sath to mene kaha garpe bata do mere unhone kaha theek hai… Fir hum activa ka round mar k gaye tab mama. "No. I never have done. Mostly I stay celibate. The name is Phoebe, by the way." Would you like to kiss me, Phoebe? You have been so kind. I would like it if you did - really I would!"The other woman needed little encouragement and the pair embraced, tongue seeking out tongue for many long seconds. Veronica had never done this with a woman before and certainly had no intention of doing so again, but found the experience quite enjoyable, nonetheless. Phoebe obviously found it a great deal more. Her job, like Zeta and Buttercup was to take the icy cold chicken legs, breasts and wings as they trundled by, place the lump into a polystyrene tray, and then wrap it tightly in a square of cellophane. The wrapped piece of chicken was then replaced on the conveyor belt where it trundled along to where some other women were weighing them and sticking sticky-back labels on them. And that was it. Chicken breast after chicken leg after chicken wing.Tracey soon got into the rhythm of it. Boring,. ‘Mistress Allison,’ a maid said disbelievingly. Nick recognized her as his old nanny. A woman who had practically raised him, and Allison too, since they spent so much time together. Allison wiggled in his arms, and he let her drop to stand on her own. Her bare feet pattered against the marble floor as she ran over to Mrs. Heegle. She gave the old woman a giant hug, and was hugged forcefully in return. ‘Oh, Miss Allison, I feared you were kidnapped for good,’ the old lady said as she patted.