There is no ‘thing’. Now, what do you want from me?’ Wendy fidgeted. She looked at the floor. She couldn’t answer because she still did not kn...w. ‘Let’s get something else straight. I don’t like people who look away during a conversation. You look at me.’ Reluctantly Wendy looked up. Her eyes met Burnside’s. ‘Now answer. What do you want?’ Wendy shook with fear. Her voice was barely audible. ‘Dr. Burnside, this past Spring I gambled $ 60,000 dollars. I want…I need…’ ‘Come on, Wendy, out with. The cross was sparkling proudly on her breast apparently oblivious to the horror surrounding it. Combined of both silver and gold it was quite possibly the most beautiful object I had ever seen. Apparently I was not the only person to ignore her. Crowds of City workers were vacating their offices in droves and seemed to be walking straight through her. Women dressed in back, authoritative dresses brushed past her without a single bit of recognition, while groups of men with loosened ties and. Mera name raghu hai aur mai 23 saal ka kasrati badan wala hun. Mere pariwar me hum 2 log hai, meri maa 42 saal ki hai. Mere pitaji ka dehant jab mai 15 saal ka tha tab bimari ki wajah se ho gaya tha. Hamri kheti badi thi jis se hum log maje se ghar gujara kar rahe the. Meri maa sudol aur sanwali rang ki hai uske boobs aur chutad kafi bade bade hai. Wo aksar salwar aur kamiz pahanti hai. Wo bra or panty use nahin karti hai. Hum bate milkar khet me kam karte hain. Kam karte waqt jab bhi maa pesab. This whole week has been a blur. Keeping my breasts hidden from my husband William has been a challenge but lucky for me, he hasn’t initiated sex. Church on Sunday was also a challenge, what with these lusty thoughts that keep coming unbidden. I don’t know what has come over me. In confession, I tried to convey my guilty thoughts but all I could think of was being in the confessional naked and on my knees. It was horrible. The worst part of my thoughts was the inability to have an orgasm. As.