My question as to her natural hair colour was still unanswered definitely - her mound was totally bald.She sat back on the sofa, waiting for me to und...ess. After I had placed my clothes neatly on the corner of my desk, I walked over and stood in front of her. My cock was almost hard, but I still invited her to have a suck to complete my arousal.With her small manicured hand wrapped around the shaft, she gently milked it for a moment before she guided it between her lips into her hot wet mouth.. .." said the mirror keeper putting her arms around me toconsole me. "I haven't done anything. Don't you get it? Steve is youranimus now, the other side of the mirror. You are an object of lust,Eve. Many women would love to have a body like your's." But why am I only wearing underwear?" Because you are an object of lust," replied the mirror keeper. "Buthere, let me help you."She passed me a hanger which had a ringmaster's coat like her own and apair of hot pants like her's. Not wanting to. Seeing this, Harsh’s face went pale thinking that Nisha was going to complain to his mother. Nisha knew this and was enjoying it. She spoke for some time with his mother while Harsh was behind the door listening to the conversation.He got relaxed when he heard the conversation was about some different matter. Meanwhile, Nisha’s work was over and as she moved out of the kitchen, she noticed Harsh peeking from the door. She approached him and whispered in his ears, “I liked the story”, and went. My father is a wealthy businessman and making money is the only thing that truly interests him. My sister Ayesha Banu and I were mostly brought up by my mother.It all began when I was seventeen years old and happy with life. I was cooking in the kitchen with my mother. She was normally talkative, prattling on about anything under the sun, but this day she was unusually silent. Mother and I were very close, so I knew something was up.“What’s the matter, Mother?” I asked.“Nothing, Jahan Ara,” she.