My thong was a red thong i look through my bra then said to myself fuck wearing a bra my boobs where to big for a bra i was a d cup all natural.i look...for a shirt i put on a white shirt that people can see through i got my favorite pair of long black leather boots. i got my favorite mini skirk it was as long as my pinky finger it was a black latex skirt. My ass was showing i went to the bathroom to clean my hair i was a blond my skin was white i had blue eyes and i look at my ass in the mirror. Mod khawabe tar por amar gaa tipe debe. Tar por to jaa korar korbo amra.” (First, tell this slut to serve us well. First, let her serve us drinks, then she will give a massage to me. After that we will do whatever we want.)So, Mimi went like an obedient slave to serve drinks and collected the bottle of 100 pipers.B4: “Are khanki jama kapor pore k korte bolechhe? Tui langta thakbi kal sokal obdi.” (You bitch, who has told you to serve us wearing all clothes? You will remain nude till tomorrow. Maine try kiya aur yeh mujhse hone laga toh fir rubi ne mujhe aur kuch steps dikhaye lekin dur dur se. aaj ka time khatam hone wala tha toh maine kaha ki meri biwi ke sath toh aise dance nehi kar sakta na who toh mere paas hogi toh couple wala dance sikha do.Rubi: are aap bhi na bahut jaldi me hai…pehele pairo ko hiana sikh lijiye taki apni biwi ke pairo ko aap dance karte huye nehi kuchlenge. Maine thik hai keh kar practice karne laga. Fir thik 3 baje who chali gayi. Agle karib ek hafte tak. He chuckled that fate smiled on even those on the down and out like he and his neighbors. He scrounged around and came up with a stray envelope and printed ‘Merry Christmas’ in a hand he hoped Mrs. Stewart wouldn’t recognize, inserted the lottery ticket, hurried up the stairs, and slipped it under her door. For three days, the lottery ticket dominated Louise Stewart’s thoughts as nothing else had done since Johnny died the day after she’d received notice she was being retired. So taken had her.