Maine ye pehle kiya hai.Sangita: Acha, ye kiya tha aapne?Me: Yes, madam ko help ki thi, subha aur shaam. Jab bhi madam ka dil kare, ya mera dil kare.S...ngita: Aap aankh bandh kare.Me: Kyun Sangita?Sangita: Maine kaha na.Me: Theek hai.Then I closed my eyes. She removed her blouse and bra from one boob and covered with her pallu.Then I asked-Me: Aankh kholu Sangita?Sangita: Haa khol do.Me: Oh, kitne sundar hai boobs tumhare.I was not doing anything, just watching it.Sangita: Kya hua?Me: Kuch nahi,. You pull your fingers out of my swollen pussy and slowly run your tongue along the entire length of my slit, from clit to hole, taking your time as you move between my lips. Your tongue teases my hole before it slides in and you begin French kissing my pussy, sending your tongue deep within. I arch my back, grinding myself into your face. Your hand moves to my clit and starts to rub it. I gasp loudly, moaning, and I start to tense up. Knowing I am nearing my climax, you start to rub my clit. ”“A kid?” I prompted, “don’t worry, nobody expects a kid.”“Monty Python?” he queried, “Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition?”“That’s it,” he agreed, “I love those old Python shows.”“Me too,” I replied, “it’s a pity there are so few of them.”We walked out to the short stay car park while we spoke and he opened the door for me to get into a huge black car while he put my bags in the boot. The drive into Manhattan was long, it was over an hour from leaving the airport car park and pulling up. Who do men go to, to ask the question to? Other men? Perhaps. TheLGBT Community? Perhaps. Or women? Well you are asking your woman.That says something about you. You know a man cannot give you theanswers you are looking for. You know, deep down, that you were neversecure in the identity you were assigned at birth. Well let me tell youwhat I see. I see a pretty Goth Bride in front of me."Dark Rose was dark alright. But there was a beauty in what she wassaying, a Rose, my Dark Rose.I.