He came over to her and ran his hand across her shoulders. "Would you like to get up out of that position and stretch a little bit?" "Yes please... My legs are getting a bit stiff," Kitty replied. "Very well," Mr. P told her, "but first there is something we're going to give you. We'll do it now so that you will have time to get used to it.” "What is it?" Kitty asked in a tremulous voice. "Open your mouth and suck on this. Get it good and wet," Mr. P told her. Kitty did and a. Mene kaha ye kyu utar di, usne kaha change main fas rahi thi. Mene kaha pehen lo acchi lagri tumhare beautiful pairo mein.Usne 1 second mein reply kara tum pehena do. Dosto mene moka dekha aur li payal usse and bola rakho per. Usne kuch na sochte hue apna per vaha ke bench par rakha. Mene uski salwar uthai, ohhh shit dosto… kya per the uske, usne silver colour ki nailpaint laga rakhi thi. Uska per kholte hi jo mehek aai main khud ko control nahi kar paa raha tha.Mene use payal pehena di and use. I tune out my surroundings and tune into the music allowing it to connect to my soul. The thud, thud, thud of the base and the rhythm are taking me to another world and I begin to dance, swaying my body and keeping to the beat. I have this sensation, as I dance that someone is watching me. I continue moving to the music. Surveying the room, I see him looking gorgeous. Tristan is 6 foot 2 inches tall. He has messy sun brown/blond hair, hazel eyes and a manly, well-built body. He leans on the. "You in here?"There was no answer. But Betsy could hear raspy breathing from across the murky room. With deep concern she turned on the light, expecting the worst.She had anticipated he'd be sprawled on the couch, half dead from a stroke or a heart attack. He'd sounded awful over the phone. But there he was, sitting up, his spine ramrod stiff as he stared straight ahead. His eyes were not only clear, but almost hypnotically so, like two deep blue pools.Looking right through Betsy as if she.