"Just around the corner there was a small café. Elizabeth went straight in and looked around, then obviously spotted someone. She walked to a table w...ere an elderly gentleman sat, drinking tea."Hello, James. Good of you to come," she said, placing her hand on his for a moment before gesturing for Denise to sit in another chair at the table."James, this is Denise. Denise, James, a friend of mine."Elizabeth's gentleman friend was a distinguished looking man in his late fifties, with thick silver. . . Bhar vale bathroom me. usko thoda behla fusla kar. bathroom tak gya . socha ki unhe dekh lu nahate vkt par unka ldka ek dum mere sath tha. jiski vjh se unhone rukne ko kha. Hum andr bethe the vo naha kr ayi. to unke kapde . body k sath chipke hue the. bra aur panty line dikh rhe the. black colour ki bra phni thi unhone shyd mujhe notice kiya unhe dekhte vakt. pr lightly liya. Phr thodi der bad store room me unhone bulaya . vo chair par chdi hui thi upR ki shelf se kuch utarna tha . To mujhe. Her smile was intoxicating and I loved it. Our car was filled with her strong perfume. Her hairs were let loose and they were wavy in the end. I liked it. Abhijeet started to ride and we picked one more guy. Initially I was sitting in the co-driver seat and then I switched to the back seat. Nikita and I started to talk about the purpose of our trip to Mumbai.I came to know that she got married four years ago and according to my calculations, she is around 27 years, a year younger than me. She. She spoke first. “John, I know I did wrong today. I took my punishment for it. I….” Master cut her off like a light switch. “What did you call me, GIRL?” I caught his meaning. The venom is his voice was like acid dripping on my skin, and I wasn’t even the target for it! “Master! Master! That’s what I meant…. Please, forgive me!” she wailed, falling painfully to her knees. Too late, her words had convicted her, again. She was thinking as his wife. He was her Master, she his girl, a.