Bike pakka na vuna tea point lo petti tea tagi box tesukoni puspa intlo ki vella aelago telsina ammiai ae kada ani pilvakunda room loki velthuntae gat...iga navvukuntu phone matldthundi puspa evarthono rani puku paligindae antu evarko chepthundi manamae gelicham antu phone pettasindi.Asalu aenta ani lopalki tongi chusa antae akada na chelli vontimeda dress ledhu puspa tana fingers ne na chelli puku loki petti lopalki bayataki antu vundiii.Na chelli daniki ahh puspa chalaeee navalla kadu inka antu. She seemed to find these fascinating and as I carried the coffee tray into the room, I found that she had unsheathed an old sword.“That’s a Scottish claymore from the 1660’s or thereabouts.”She looked at me doubtfully and returned the blade to its sheath. Next her attention focused upon a frame containing a page of Sanskrit calligraphy.“What is this?”“It’s a verse from a medieval Indian book – a book on lovemaking.”She turned sharply and I handed her a cup of coffee which she accepted. I wouldn'tdo it. I'd just have to contact Black Master and let him know I'd changedmy mind. Yea, I'd just explain that this wasn't what I was lookingfor. He'll understand...I moved from my bedroom, still dressed in my sissy outfit and sat down atmy desk and turned on the computer. Checking my email I saw that I hadseveral new messages, one was from Black Master. My heart was thumpingmadly as I clicked to open it. Surely he'd just be thanking me for a greatnight and be done with me. "Sissy -- I. How different the two girls were. Christi showing off her womanly bosom, Kathy dressing to draw attention to her taunt little bottom and long coltish legs.They gave each other a good-bye kiss before opening the school door. Once inside, they were sucked into the rush of students. Christi was quickly carried off by four football boys whose moms had apparently not had time to ease their pre-school tensions."You guys know I'm not into guys unless it hurts, don't you?" Christi quizzed the swelling.