Yes, clichés are there for a reason, because they're COMMON occurrences or sayings. Well, my life lately had become a cliché when it came to my wife...of 10 years.First, let me introduce myself. I'm Martin Baxter, and I run my own salsa business here in Santa Barbara, CA. I have every type of Mexican, Central and South American peppers known to Man at my disposal. I've even recently started making habanero salsa. People LOVE it, in very small doses. It's also very popular at colleges as part of. Sorry that I can’t mention the location details but I can mention the sexy sizes here. She is like 34-32-36.She is my Friend Seema’s sister. In my last story I mentioned how I got a chance to enjoy seema. Well, coming this story, seema gave her home address and asked me to come home as she was leaving from hostel to home.As I entered her home, it was little empty and I understood why she asked me. I entered the home and entered a bed room… There a girl was adjusting her blouse backside with her. ‘I don’t want them to do that to me.’‘I’m scared too, Am. Just try to do what ever they tell you. That seems to make them happy’.“We were both quiet then because we heard something and were too scared to talk. I must have passed out again, when I woke up it was still dark. I had to poop in the worst way. I was so embarrassed. I didn’t want to, even in the dark. I was scared of what the men would do to me. I realized that awful things were done to girls here, and I didn’t want them to do those. As wonderful as the day had been, the night was not a good one, even when I had been exhausted, satisfied and very happy when I had fallen asleep. I woke up several times because the stupid rib hurt. Remnants of my dreams flashed through my mind, images of Ann with others in scenes like I had seen in those pictures I hadn't liked, me standing aside, wanting to tell her that this was wrong, this wasn't how it was supposed to be done but being unable to move or speak, or to at least close my.