Amar proti ta choshay o kepe kepe uthchhe. Ar mai ta ke thele amar mukher aro vitore dhukiye dite chaichhe. Ami mai chuste chuste or pachhay haat dila.... Ki tight pachha ta. Ar chamra ato moshrin je haat pichle jay. Panty ta jhamela korchhe, tai haat ta or pachhar khaje dhokate parchhi na. Odike golap amon vabe amake joriye dhore mai chosachhe je panty ta khulte o parchhi na. Ogotta panty er side diye angul dhukiyei or khaj tar govirote mapte laglam.Angul ta jokkhon pachhar khaje ghoschhi seta. We wish to keep it that way. You will be waiting on tonight, serving drinks, answering the door, taking coats” Submissive looked up, this wasn’t what she expected at all. Mistress continued “If you do it well you will be rewarded with a good weekend of play and special attention” Submissive smiled inwardly, she loved her Mistresses special attention. “However, if you mess up, or embarrass us we will send you home tomorrow.” Submissive wanted to say that she wouldn’t mess up and that she would. If somehow Jeff had not been a part of my life, Etienne would have made a perfectly acceptable husband. He would cheat on me, he was French, but I would be financially independent of my parents. I would rarely see them which suited me just fine. I could party to my heart’s content. Little would be asked or expected of me. I would provide him children, though I would only need to be involved to the extent I supervised hiring the people who actually raised them. I would be admired and praised in. The girl was strong. ‘YOU DON’T WANT TO TOUCH ME!?’ She screamed. Crais rolled over, arching a brow at her, the white blood that flowed from the back of his head that reminded Eddie of hair conditioner didn’t seem to deter his wit any. ‘No. I’ve got enough threatening my life right now without having to worry about gonorrhea.’ He muttered. The girl pointed her pistol at him and fired two rounds into his chest. Crais looked nonplussed and stood, sitting calmly back down as the chest of his.