Her stomach was nearly flat and broad.It had enough fat so as to not make it look anorexic. I looked at that angel with immense pain. There was no way...I will ever be able to see that bare navel or that lovely breasts. This was a torture. Only God could help me here. But even that seemed unlikely.I made tea for her as we both sat watching a T20 match on TV. It seemed that she was a huge fan of Kohli. Who isn’t? She was totally engrossed in the match and hardly was showing any interest in talking. A buxom blonde of about 55 in a tight black dress with black stockings and sexy stilettos leaned into him with interest."I love your femdom novels; they are so realistic; are they based on your experiences, or is it pure fantasy?" He swallowed hard on a gulp of ale; he had nearly finished the pint already."It's all pure fantasy I'm afraid." The women giggled; somehow he had now made it quite apparent from his simple response, that these were his personal fantasies, rather than something which. The CIA and FBI and everyone else. I happen to have a very exclusive list of clients who will gladly do any favor I want. So I now have the numbers for his 5 closest friends, his real name and address.So I do a little test. We have his phone call I let him make his confessions and clear his soul of any wrong doing. Getting charges dropped for female friends who he is sleeping with and sleeping with minor c***dren for starters. He promises a million dollars to keep quiet and not reveal his. We all had to pin up our hair for church and she hated it, but I didn't really mind. I'd gotten kinda lucky in the looks department, probably because my mom's so pretty. We look a lot alike, except she's a little taller and her boobs are bigger, you know. But I was still growing anyway."We can just hang out or something," Jen shrugged, making a face as her comb got snarled again. She had sorta wavy hair, almost curly at the ends."With Jeremy?" I grinned at her like I knew exactly what was going.