30 te okhan theke chole aslam. o ar akbar phone kore dheklam ring hoche.(Phone receive korar por. Ak mohilar gola peye.)Ami: sorry, vul kore phone kor... phelechi.Odik: na tumi thik jaygay ph. Korecho…Ami: mane…Odik: ami misti kakima bolchi.tumi kaal rate amay ja ja bolecho ami record kore rekhechi.Ami:(voy peye) barite bolo na plz tomar paye porchi….Misthi kakima: voy pachis kano….Ami: ki korte hobe….Misthi kakima: kichu na aj sondhe bela kau k na ble amar barite aste hobe….ki asbi to…Ami: ha. Just as high school really hadn’t been any better than middle school. The only years of school that didn’t suck, in her opinion, were the preschool years. School was bound to be a lousy endeavor for any glasses-wearing, frizzy-haired girl whose mother had named her Cypress and then run off, leaving her with just her father, anyway. This was not really a big surprise. She simply had thought that by this point in her life, people might have matured a little. A smidgen, even. But no, there they. Are you happy about how you … how we got Fred to sign? Was that what you had in mind when you asked me to dress as a slut for dinner tonight? If it was, why didn't you say so from the start?”“To be perfectly honest, I wasn't sure what I wanted. I wanted to secure that contract. I knew that probably the best way would be if you fucked Fred,but I wasn't sure about watching you seduce Fred. I was terrified that I would be consumed with jealousy.”“You didn't look jealous to me. You looked highly. Those feathery light touches sent excitement shooting up my legs and thighs like lightening bolts. After removing my boots, he went into my bathroom and returned with a washcloth that he had soaked in cold water and gently started to bathe my legs and inner thighs with the cool water. I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes as his hands moved higher up between my thighs. Finally, I felt his finger brush across my lace-covered pussy. His touch hadn't been an accident. I moaned in pleasure.