It was then I saw her. She looked like an angel among all the other people on the bus. She was wearing a green low cut Kurti and yellow tight leggings... She was fair like Tamannah with a voluptuous body like Aishwarya Rai. But the best part of her was her face. It was one of the cutest and most innocent faces I had ever seen. She had a dimple on her chubby cheeks whenever she talked. She had long hair which she had left loose and untied. She looked so cute whenever she used to move her lose hair. She was very fit indeed, which impressed me no end, considering the life she had led. I resolved to ask her about that.I told Zena about the run, though I omitted the shower.“Have you noticed what she cooks for you?” Zena asked. “I’ll bet it’s really healthy and tastes divine?”“You’re right,” I said. “I don’t know where she finds the ingredients, but it’s been a revelation.”“She told us that she kept fit by running up and down stairs when the man of the moment was not around, and she’d walk. Instead, I opted for hair extensions in my own chocolate brown. Then I got some seriously crazy false eyelashes, and some wispy fringes for the outer corners of my eyes. I already own a short tan dress with leopard spots, which paired perfectly with my new, very daring Brian Atwood knee-high, lace-up, high-heel boots. So, imagine long and voluminous hair and cat eyes: I became Puss in Boots. I went further and went all out: I wore those things that pushed up my tits but left them almost bare,. I went deaf and delirious, holding on, finally letting go. Later, we relaxed and cooled down…he moved off the table, his cock slipping out as I gave it a final exhausted squeeze, the donkey cum oozing out of me and down my legs. In my delirium, when I had cried out, I had felt that little death, Le Petite Mort. My breath had been taken and now it slowly returned as I rested on the table.Later I found a towel and wiped off. The donkey was over at the bale chewing on some hay…my legs were.