Just as he was about to step around the ‘mountain’ now firmly planted between him and his desire, someone grabbed his arm. A familiar voice said, ...��Charlie, long time, no see. How have you been, man?’ Turning, he came face to face with Matt, an old friend and business associate, who he hadn’t seen in quite a while. ‘Nooo… not now,’ Charlie’s brain reeled in despair as he wondered, ‘why does it always happen at the worst times? Shit,’ he suddenly thought in exasperation as he heard her laughter. Or, should I say knew her. Back in my younger years, before I learned to be a leader in the most gruesome of ways, I had been a carefree schoolboy. I loved to get out of class for the day, run with my friends to the nearest pond, and jump in, clad only with nature’s swimming trunks. We would laugh and play, occasionally starting a splash war, and then get out and lie in the sun and allow it’s golden rays to reach out and touch our whole bodies. It was a time before girls were women and boys. Aunty ne muje pani deya or muje bed par bethne keleya kaha, maine aunty ki baat maan li or aunty ve mere pass beth gayi. Ab aunty mujh se baaten karne lagi, aunty ne mujh se pucha ke tum ajj kal keya kar rahe ho, to maine bateya ke main study kar raha hoon, main aunty ke sath baat karte buhat ghabrah raha tha, but aunty mujh se baat karne main intersed dekha rhai thi, or halki – halki samil ve de rhai thi, aunty ki aankhe buhat nasheli lag rahi thi, baaton baaton main aunty ne mujh kaha ke main. " He called out. "Ah, Mistress Chasity come in my dear, I was just thinking of ringing for you."Chastity Younger was a fine looking woman in her early twenties with dark brown hair that hung to her shoulders. By any account she would have been a knockout no matter what she wore but at home she wore an outfit found mostly in harems of the far off lands. The silky gown was almost invisible and the braa that held her fine firm breasts were so sheer that they were almost invisible to the naked eye..