She said you were amazingly skilled in the art of submission."There may be an audio equivalent for the tightening of vision one experiences when looki...g through a keyhole. This was whatBrigitte felt while the woman talked. The voice lost its structure and gained a woolly edge. It seemed as if all the sounds around the voice got wrapped up in a humming buzz. It droned and droned on until it lost itself in silence.At the same time her eyes sank into the black, intense holes in the woman's face.. .’takhon jethu bathroom a giye ellen niye alo….amar pachhar latal hat diye aktu uchua kare..amay pa fak korte bale…aar amar gud a tel dhale besh kichhu ta..aar ooi bhabei nijer agul diye guder bhitare bhalo bhabe ..lagate thake aar bale..’kali tor akhono masik hayni.?’..’na Jethu..hale tumi to jante..’..tarpar nijer baray tel makhay…fale jethur kalo bara..nil aloy chak chak kare….abar Jethu amay bale 2hat diye nijer pa jato pari fak korte…ami kari..Jethu amar golapi fak..aar lal. She simply sat there, staring, void of emotion. She simply awaited an answer. My hands crossed and I looked again out the window. How amazing the world truly looked at times. The thin shades of color that drape across the sky fill the world with a somewhat absent feel. There are so many times when I have sat and thought we aren’t merely a painting that is being looked at and carefully examined by some very elaborate genius. I uncrossed my hands and placed them flat against my thighs. I stared. She was standing in a position that I could see her from head to toe. She was standing there totally nude with some 3-4 sarees and some 5-6 pairs of lingerie’s. I asked to wear the lingerie one by one and that I could select one. Finally I selected a light greyish bra with pink border.The bra had a thin strip which goes to her back and just holding her boobs from below showing ample cleavage in front. I asked Pallavi aunty not to wear a panty which she obliged then I came to the saree and asked.