M. on Sunday.I lean back in the chair and took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and could feel my whole body humming. “What the hell is wrong with you... girl?” I said out loud to myself. I close my eyes, take another deep breath, inhaling slowly, hold that breath, center myself. As I exhale slowly, I see Mr. Darcy caressing my face and saying, “Good evening Jill” in that voice that runs over you in a waterfall, warm but forceful. My eyes pop open in surprise; what the hell was that? It was a. They got in the hot tub on the opposite side of me, and smiled as they sat down - he was a smooth type guy, definitely with a gym membership, but not over the top worked out and muscled - just fit enough that he didn't have a stomach and his arms and chest had a bit of definition. His package looked nice, I could tell his cock was pointed up in his pouch and that he likely was uncut. I also could tell he shaved his chest and stomach (which meant probably his pubes too - I always appreciate a. That’s the end of my first miss..I went there by 3 30PM to check for her. She has already left the place. I felt bad for missing such a good opportunity.2. Missed a police constable:It was during 2010 November or December. I was working in Ooty at that time. I used to go home once in a month (Ooty to Coimbatore and Coimbatore to my place). It used to be a 12hr journey totally. During November & December, there will be many tourists to Ooty to enjoy the weather. So many police personals will be. It was risky, but then that was part of the excitement too. I walked into the garden and raised my arms. I smiled and did a little twirl. I then almost ran back to the computer, stroking my panties a couple of times on the way back. As I sat down, a new message appeared.‘Good girl, well done, you passed the test.’I just assumed that she had waited a few minutes before writing back.‘Now, check your email for me,’ she wrote.I was puzzled, how did she know my email address? It wasn’t listed on.