There was one knock at the door and I looked through the peep hole and saw a dark lady standing at the door. I opened the door and asked her what was ...he matter. She was obviously looked like a local woman, wearing the traditional Maratti( Local people of Bombay is referred as Maratti) dress viz a long sary worn with an edge taken between the legs and inserted into the channel between the buttocks. This style looked awkward to me first but it helped them to move faster carrying load on the. My only commitment was to my current contract. My only loyalty was to myself.I went where 'now' took me, and did what I was hired to do. I lived by my own honor; I saw myself as Ronin - the master-less samurai. I would not take a life purely for money, but there are many reasons for a man to die.The 'now' took me around the world. Beirut, Belfast, Azerbaijan. They all began to look the same to me. I began understand why even the greatest of samurai sought to serve one Lord, one Emperor, one. She screamed out, as I pushed my tongue down harder on her clit. Her whole body shuddered with the heat of her orgasm. I pulled her face up to meet mine. When our eyes were locked together, I fiercely kissed her, our tongues wrestling and our lips mashing together. She reached down and grabbed my cock, which was now buzzing with anticipation. She started expertly moving her hand up and down the shaft. She then pushed me over onto my back, straddling my thighs, with her dripping pussy hovering. I believe that yesterday you were told about thepantomime; is it that?"Over the years I had learnt to trust my mother. If you were truthfulwith her she would normally understand what was going on and give advicethat helped."Yes. I am a bit nervous about if any parts have no volunteers that Imight get picked. I would rather play in the pit than take any actingrole." Even though I trusted my mother I didn't think it would be goodto tell her about people thinking I was a girl. There are limits!My.