Ami o amar bor o amar sasur , sasuri. Amay amar sasur sasuri khub bhalo base.amio tader srodha kari . kintu hotat aj theke ek bochor age amar borer tr...nsfer hoye jay jaipur. O chole jaoar por theke amar mon bhalo thakto na. kintu 2 mas pore theke or barite taka pathano bandho hoye jay. Kono jogajog o kora jay ni or sathe.edike barir taka poysar ovab dekha dey. Kono prokar e cholte thake.sasur mosai asutho r jonno ami e dokan bazare jetam.barir pasei ekta dokan chilo tar malik er nam Nurul ali.. Yes, sir. I didn’t see you. Yes. That was it.” She giggled and picked up the phone.“Sandy, Mr. Compton, the younger, just asked me to accompany him to a fundraiser Saturday night. Should I, A., quit, B., sue him for sexual harassment, or C., go through my closet looking for something adequate? -- I doubt I have anything.” She looked up at me. “Formal?” I nodded. “He says it’s formal. I think suing, then I can afford a nice gown and the next time I’ll have something to wear. --- OK. I’ll be. I was five-four, one-fifteen, thirty-five, twenty-four, thirty-six, short brunette hair, and breasts that were up and firm and filled my B-cups to the brim. They were tipped with small, dark red nipples that always seemed to be hard and tingly, especially with Steve always wanting them.Of course, the honeymoon was full of sex but long after we were back home, he kept me naked most weekends and his hands were constantly on me.He also kept telling me how desirable I was, eventually making me. You start to run your tongue against my smooth chest. I untie your wrists and you quickly bring your arms around me, licking and kissing my chest. I step away from you, and move behind the chair. “Now, my little slut, I am going to take your blindfold off. I am going to go over to the couch. I want you to get on your hands and knees, and crawl over to me.” You blindfold is lifted, and the soft light requires just a little adjustment from the darkness that was just there. Your first look is down.