"Shit!" I shouted out in both admiration of Tracey's courage andirritation at dropping the bottle."Wait where you are!" I said as I rushed inside for ...y phone to take apicture of Tracey standing in the middle of our garden. The irony of thefact that it was me (the woman) taking a picture of the man of the housein lingerie and not the other way round was not lost on me."You look so cute," I called out to her. Tracey was quite theexhibitionist where Trevor would never have been.Then I went back. But there was an added turn on now, something he had never even thought about before. He remembered about four months ago he had started to watch her express her milk. He’d then tasted some from the container in the fridge. He still didn’t understand why he had, but he'd been curious and found he liked the vague sweetness of it. From that moment to this he’d been thinking about how it would feel if she fed him her warm milk, it just wasn’t the same chilled, he’s thought.That had surprised him,. That was just a joint” I argued and mindlessly pulled my shorts out of my ass.“That’s ten years in Canon City. Turn around and put your hands on your head”I started to argue, but he spoke loud and sharp, ordering me to do as he told me. I turned around and put my hands on the back of my head. He took one, spun it down, and I felt the cold steel of his handcuffs grip my wrist. A second later I was shackled. Then he grabbed my shorts and pulled them up, hard, giving my back my wedgie, exposing my. Ab usne mujhe awaaz di aur bola, “Beta, aap kahan jaa rahe ho?” Main uski taraf mud ke dekha aur bola, “Peshawar ja raha hu.”“Beta, kya aap mujhe raaste par kissi mechanic ki dukaan par utaar sakte ho? Mera truck kharaab ho gaya hai aur koi safaari nahi hai.” Maine kabhi zindagi mein kissi ko lift nahi di thi. Magar bechaara majboor tha toh main ne kaha, “Aajao bhai aapko mein le jaunga.”Hum dono gaadi mein ja kar baith gaye. Maine poocha aap ka naam toh woh bola mera naam Hameed hai. Main.