Durbin chorkar rone lagi.durbin se dekha to mohan ji bur me lund pel rahe the.mujhe uspe bari maya aa rahi thi lekin lund manne ko taiyar hi nahi ho r...ha tha.o bechari ro ro ke behos ho gai .maibar bar soncha ki iski chudai karoon ya na.lekin jawani ke aage insaniyat ko bhul gya.aue uske chudai ka program banaya.mere jagah pe koi rahta to yahin karta.mai use bister pe chit lita diya socha ki nanga kar ke chodu fir dimag me aaya ki samij salwar rahta to chodne ke bad pahna deta lekin sari kon. I contemplated my red-painted toenails throughthe gauzy nylon of my fully-fashioned stockings. They were overdue fora touch-up, and so was I.The fading light feebly outlined the sign painted on the glass panel ofmy office door. It read: ycnegA evitceteD etavirP- snolyN elehciM.A shadow darkened the glass panel and I leaned forward and filled aglass with scotch.It was Darleen my part-time secretary and receptionist. Darleen wassupporting a five-year-old kid and a forty-year-old husband who. I always keep them tanned and toned. Not that my dipshit husband ever noticed. One day, about a year ago, I was just about to dye the gray streak in my hair brown so I could hide it when my son stopped me. "Leave it alone, mom. I like it. It makes you look sexy." You actually like this streak of gray? It makes me look old! Wait. Did you just call me sexy?" Yes, mom. I always thought that dad never appreciated you the way he should have."At the time, my son was wearing tight jeans with no shirt.. Grabbing her by the head again, i pulled her to my desk and stuffed some tape on her lips. i now tied her hands and legs with spare mosquito net rope, and left her squirming. i heated some water with an immersion rod. dragging her to the corner of the house, i began cutting off her long tresses, for a souvenir. i had learnt haircutting as an alternative, and soon she had an army cut. i carefully took the hair in a paket and kept it away. the water was quite hot by now. i removed her bra,.