MeneFir usse poocha apne apna naam nahi bataya to usne dabi hui sharmati hui awaz main kahaa sanjana, maine usse poocha ki aapne mere sawaal ka jawaab...nahi diya? wo kehne lagi konsa sawal, mene poocha ki aapko sirf mera dance hi acha laga to wo sharmane lagi mene fir poocha batayie na please, to kehne lagi ki nahi or bhi bahot kuch acha lagta hai mene poocha or kya accha lagta hai ?Wo boli: apka style, apki baatain, apki smile or ap… itna keh k wo wahaan se jane lagi mene uska haath pakad k. After a few minutes, as Angel rested on the table, a knock came on the door. Mrs. Whitman went to open it and Mrs. Beecham and her young maid came in. The maid went straight to Angel and began to towel the beautiful girl and clean her up. The maid was very happy about this as she had been wanting to get her hands on Angel all night.Mrs. Beecham came over to look over the maid's shoulder at the the beautiful model. She smiled as she took in the sight of Angel lying on the table totally spent.. Cindy spit out the gum in a small piece of paper and slumped in her seat. She stared at Mr. Walters as he paced back and forth lecturing on the fine art of body politics. Mr. Walters was a tall 33 year old distinguished man with glasses and a goatee. As Cindy sat there, she would spread her legs just enough to let Mr. Walters get a good look at her white panties. Cindy jumped out of her seat as the last bell of the day rang out. "Not so fast" Mr. Walters said. "Sit down Miss Cynthia". He gave. Khanikkhon pore Komol babu bouma ke bollen, “Nupur, ki byapar ta kee. Tomra dui bhai bone galpo korte korte guud marte aar marate eto moshgul hoeye porecho je amar kotha bhuliye giyecho dekhchee. Are baba, ami anek khon dhore amar khara banra ta hathe kore niye tomake chudbo bole danriye ache aar banra ta hath bolachee.” Komol babur kotha shune Supriya devi nijer guud aar pond marate marate bollen, “are shali chenal Nupur, ki re tui tor dadar laura tap eye nijer shoshurer banrar kotha ta bhule.