Pr is baar mujhe ek rishtedar ki shadi me jana tha to socha din arram se kat jyege.Shadi me mere husband a nhi payege kyoki wo tour pr hai or isi kara... mujhe shadi ki shopping akele he krni padi. Shadi me 3 din baki the or mujhe market jakr blouse pick krna tha tailor se. Aaj monday hai or eve me jakr meine sidha tailor se blouse pick kia or ghar agai. Mein apni naye sari ko lkr bohot excited thi kyoki ye gujrati pattern ki wo meri paheli sari thi. Meri sari red color ki thi or uska designer. .." Well when they do, just ask when the last time they went to a threesome was, or the last time they got a blowjob. Sluts are fun." I don't think you're a slut."Fiona shrugged. "If having a sex life is slutty then I'm a slut. But I don't care. Now, I asked you a question. Have we got time for a quickie?" Not here. We'll get caught." Oh Gregory, you are so boring at times." She pulled Greg towards the door and into a small corridor. He grumbled and she glanced behind her, before pulling her. Maybe we should go to the kitchen, just to be sure. We don't want him listening." "He's out to the world, Lena. You could light a fire under him and he wouldn't budge." Lena laughed softly. "I don't know", she said. "Maybe he's faking it. Or maybe he'll wake up just as we get to something juicy." "Lena, we're fine here, it's nice, ok?" "I don't know, I'd feel more comfortable..." "Look, I don't want to go to the kitchen. It's nice here. We've seen him like this before, remember, he falls asleep. “We will focus on your upper body this week. Here are some weights, and we start with sessions of twenty.”The next hour Donna was drilled into exhaustion. Ms Brendan was relentless and pushed her to her limits. Afterwards she was guided to the showers to wash, and ordered to return to the living room.When she finished showering and walked up to the living room Donna looked curious for the pictures of the daughter and mother in the corridor.“I can’t find their pictures, yet the more I look at.