Mein uskiGand ko dbane lag.. fir maine use litaya uski legs ko apni arm se failaya aur bent kr diya aur apne lan ko uski fudi k surakh par tikaya uar ...ontho ko chumne lga aur ghap se apne lan ko manisha ki fuddi mein utar diya uski ankhi fati ki fati reh gai uske bahot pain hui.. aur pani nikal aya eyes se.. but chikh nahi ski.. maine uski hontho ko chusna jari rakha.. mere dil mein tha k bas ek he jhatke mein uski fuddi mein apna lan dlna hai.. aur aisa lg raha tha k maine apne lan kisi tapti. I didn’t the least expect it to be…Sathya’s father!I woke up the next morning much earlier. My sister was in the bath. I pushed open her room door a little and saw her mobile phone on the bed. I quickly went into her room and checked her phone to see who called the night before. It was a number I could not recall and it was stored in her phone as ‘uncle’. I was sure that number did not belong to any of our uncles as all our uncles’ number were stored in her phone by their names. I memorized the. Shortly thereafter, Natalie came over to them to tell them that Serenacould squeeze him in that afternoon. The confirmation of his beliefmade Ben's stomach sink. He knew that he had little to no time toreconsider his choice to try Natalie's idea.With the decision made, Ben put on his makeshift disguise and startedtowards his sister's car. Natalie got into the driver's seat, whileBen sunk low in the back seat.Drew situated herself in the front passenger seat last before Nataliepulled away. I had both of them. The maid was better in some ways, more my style, but Madam Bonnet was very good if somewhat intimidating.I had been flirting with the maid for some time as we moved north and then west. She was called Nan and was small and well rounded with blonde ringlets that almost reached her waist. Her mistress, the svelte Nicole, piled her light brown hair high on her head in the mornings and squeezed herself into stylish dresses even out in the wilds of New York. She was a pretty.