Other than a few, which sit on shelves or hang in my bunker. Like a sweater that one lady made after I had rescued her son from a drunk driver. Or ano...her, which was a painting of me saving a little girl from a burning house, painted by that same 6 year old girl.Those kinds of gifts are priceless.Gloria’s hand lingered a bit in mine as she handed me my change and receipt, and she blew me a small kiss as I headed out. I was about to toss it in the trash, when I noticed that she had written a. He was no longer the man that had entered the room two hours ago, he was now the slutty looking sissy in the mirror, heart racing and longing for the knock on the door.When it came she, strange how he now thought in the feminine almost jumped out of her heels. Rushing quickly to the door almost forgetting the instructions in her rush to greet her guest. Catching herself at the last second, hand on the door handle. Slowly she opens the door an inch and operates the lock letting the door rest. Uske bhar se woh bhi peeche ko gaya aur khud ko girne se bachane ke liye briefcase ko chor diya aur woh mere bistar par ja giri. Par woh girne se khudko bacha na paya.Aur peeche ko girta hua mere hath pakad mujhe bhi apne saat le gira. Khair woh bhi bistar par gira aur main uske upar. Mere hont uske muh ke itne kareeb ki bas choomne ki hi der thi hame.Kitchen mein, narrated by Bhawna:Jaise hi main Amit ke pocket mein hath dalkar uske lund ko dabochi to woh sar ghumakar poocha: Ye kya kar rahi. Not bad for a beginner. The efforts of Simone and Julia were quite disgraceful. Simone only attempted seven sums and got two right; Julia only attempted five sums and got them all wrong. Quite appalling by any standards.” Melissa stood up and picked up her strap. “Heidi, out here,” she commanded. The young blonde moved reluctantly to the desk. “Five errors,” said Melissa sternly. “Five strokes of the strap.” Everyone at once calculated how many strokes she would be getting. “Bend over my desk,.