She was in sweats that seemed to be soaking wet. She wasn’t wearing her glasses and for the first time, I got a good look at her pretty face. “Ple...se help me. My toilet is backed up and I’ve got water everywhere”. Instinctively I ran and grabbed the plunger from my bathroom and followed her into her apartment…There was water all over the floor and seemed to continually flow from the bowl. I grabbed for the valve and turned it off, then began plunging. It took several tries but with a final pull. And son mujhe bhoot like karta hai n mere sath bhoot masti bhi karta hai. Main uncle ko chacha bolta tha and aunty ko chachi. But aunty main mujhe chachi bolne se mana karti thi.Wo bolti thi ki mujhe bhabhi bolo. To maine unko bhabhi bolna start kar diya. Unki age 25 years hogi. And fig 32-28-34. maine unko kabhi galat najar se nahi dekha ha jab bhi bore hota tha and ghar ki yaad aati thi to unse bat karta tha. Hum whyan 14 days rahe n uske bad humne aapna room arrange kar liya uske bad hum 1. Hours went by with Cindi drifting off to sleep for moments at a time. She was still suffering from the pain she was enduring. The branches had released the tension somewhat from her limbs during the night, as they slowly fell closer to the ground.The sun was finally coming up and the warm rays were warming Cindi’s naked body. It seemed hours before anyone came out to see her. It was her master that came out first. When he found his slave with a blanket near her body he was furious. He stormed. I stood behind the bar on one particular Friday night, watching all the kids dance and act stupid. I couldn’t help but laugh to myself at all of the little girls dressed as skimpy as their parents would allow. They would crowd together on the dance floor and attempt to dance provocatively for all of the teenage boys. Unfortunately the majority of them didn’t look sexy or provocative at all. They looked like retarded dancing chickens. I also hated the music they played on those nights. It was.