Fir humari normal battein hone lagi, ma’am ne pucha, ki appko koi problem toh nhi hoga agar late night tak appko job karna pade toh. Mene bola, muje...koi problem nhi hoga, agar mere sath aur koi bhi hon, jo der raat tak job pe hon toh. Warna akele mein nhi kar paunga. Fir mene pucha ma’m woh fone appne kiya tha kya? Ma’m ne bola tumhe kaise pata, aur ek naughty si smile di. Fir mene line marte huye kaha appki awwz hi itni mast hian ki kaun pehchan nhi paayega. Fir unho ne bola usse save kar lo,. We had an off-day on Monday after the cross-country flight, and when we got to Baltimore-Washington International Airport in the wee hours of Monday morning, the Orioles' Traveling Secretary was there, and he asked me if I'd put Shiggie up in my apartment -- just for the night. I agreed, but I wasn't too keen on the idea. I had an extra bedroom, but it was tiny and undecorated except for the single bed and some trunks serving as tables. Not exactly prime quarters for a guest.I remembered to. "You THINK you're ready? Or you ARE ready?" "I am ready." "OK, see you shortly."At 9:15, I got up, locked up the doors to the office and nervously walked down the hall to Paul's office. The door was open... Swallowing hard, my heart racing, I entered. Paul was sitting at his desk, his tie removed and his shirt collar open. He smiled. I was quivering nervously. "You're nervous aren't you Meagan." "Yes, I want to do it but I'll be honest, I'm a little scared." "Try to relax honey. . The tailor starts to stitch the blouse and Punjabi suit while seeing us all in underwear. In just a while he completed the blouse.Saras tried it on. We all just get to know what was Ram whispering in the tailor’s ears earlier. The blouse was very low until her cleavage. She was damn hot in it and the back was very low until I can saw her brownish bra from her back. Tailor shouted, “Remove the bra, bitch.”She did as he said and wore the blouse back. They all saw her round brown poking nipples.