My eyes fell on veena .my ,had she grown in a year .she must ve been 5 1″ ,her boobs clingin to her t-shirt bcos of the sweat n their size n her ski...t was above her knees .she was tryin to fan herself n her boobs were jumpin in her T. looked like she wasnt wearin any bra .“Anna ,enna panalam?”(“bhaiya,what shall we do?”),it was veena.i was pulled out of my trance .i cud think of a lotta things i cud do to her .but i didnt say all that.instead i said,”lets see,shall we play carrom?”.they. There was nothing wrong with what happened earlier, Paul and me are really fine about it, excited by it, I liked it, we liked it, isn't that right Paul, Ramus you should definitely stay a while longer." I chipped in, "Yes, its fine Ramus, honestly, we are cool, to be honest we both found it hot, exciting." Ramus's face was a study, I think his jaw dropped as he took it in, he stepped from one foot to the other and regained his composure, he smiled at us, at me, I think he said "wow, fucking. “You’re a very nasty girl, aren’t you?” A brief silence. “Yes.” “Yes, Master.” “I - I’m sorry. Yes, Master.” Her voice trembled slightly. Maybe fear, maybe lust, maybe both. “Don’t let it happen again. You’re very wet, aren’t you?” “Y-yes, Master, I’m—oh, I don’t believe I’m doing this. I’m so very wet.” Breathing ragged. “Open your legs.” The rustling of cloth. Inhaling, exhaling still ragged. Hers. I reached beneath the full green skirt. Absolutely a gooey mess. “Drive your car into the. He straightened his uniform and pasted a smile on his face. It wilted a bit around the edges when he saw a petite woman stumble out of the door and look wildly around. She belted her trench coat tightly. ‘Ma’am?’ He asked her uncertainly. She turned at his voice and looked at his chest. Frowning, she jerked her head up to his face. ‘Bob?’ She asked in what sounded like disbelief. Her hand flew to her throat. ‘Ah, yes, that’s my name, ma’am—’ Bob’s head turned as another figure came out of the.