. . .?’ hesitating for a second and finishing the sentence with ‘to sleep in.’He smiles at me and asks if I really want to know about sleeping, ...ubbing his hand over my leg, getting a little higher each time until he grazes my sex with the back of his hand. Damn my body for doing it’s own thing when I want to be fucked, making me open my legs and gasp as he rubs his hand over my mound.He pulls my knicks to one side and traces a finger over my slit ‘oh I think someone could be wet’ he says as he. Mom and Dad are not at home. I am staying with my friend and will monitor the work. I asked for two and three turned up. So I was telling them I will not pay extra” I told her.She looked suspiciously at them ” Priya, be careful with strangers” she whispered.“Don’t worry, aunty. They are from my friend’s agency. I will hang him if they don’t work sincerely or if they steal” I assured her and asked them to move in.“No, I didn’t mean that. They might molest you..” she whispered again.I. Fir maine kaha ki tumhari panty to khul gayi hai, usne kaha ha par pata nahi kaise kyuki aa jtak aisa kabhi nahi hua fir maine kaha ki jo hole hai panty mein usse ache se nahi lag pa raha hai aur itana kahte hi Maine uski panty niche kar di vo kuvh kah pati usse phele ki mein cream lagane laga. Fir maine kaha tumko itane baal hai to dikat nahi hoti? to usne kaha hoti to hai, fir maine kaha mein saaf kar deta hu, usne mana kiya to maine kaha ab to maine dekh liya hai fir mein ja k razor aur. Feeling uncharacteristically self-conscious, Sophie looked away, tapping at her cup with a nail before setting it down carefully. Cole watched from beneath heavy brows. Clearing her throat, she smoothed the skirt of her mint green morning dress. Overhead, the rain’s unceasing drumming was lightening to an erratic patter and a tense silence was unfurling in its place. Sophie pursued her lips and strolled over to a hideous Tudor writing desk, ‘hmm’ing thoughtfully at a tattered copy of Burke’s.