My mind circled back to that night in the bar. At around 9:45, I’d returned to John’s table and informed the guys that I was leaving soon and aske... if they’d need anything else from me. There was a lot of boisterous, good-natured lamentation at my departure and worry that they’d be deserted. John’s eyes stayed on me the whole time, hungry, pleading somehow. I assured them that another waitress would be taking over and that she’d do a good job and said good night. I took care of all my last. The top of the dress, down to the waist, was black, with a wide, black, boat-neck collar. My shoulders were left bare, which was good, and there was a panel of black chiffon that ran from the collar, down over my boobs to my waist. It had a V-shaped slit from the collar on down towards my belly button, which showed my chest between my boobs, and even a hint of bulge on each side. The boat-neck collar at the top would echo my black leather dog collar, emphasizing it.Below the waist, it. My dad is running a hotel at mysore and my mom and grandma lives with me in our home at madurai. Dad comes home depending on the situations prevailing there but he manages to come twice or thrice in a month and that too for 2-3 days. This is the condition right from their marriage.When i started to read iss stories i read only sex stories other than incest. But like any regular readers i lost my interest in such stories even though i read them selectively. Sometime during this i felt interested. He kept harrying the spiders with the ball of light until they had all backed off and scuttled away from the body. He chuckled when the little simian threw the stick it carried after one of them to encourage it to keep going.He hoped the bright light had killed whatever night vision the spiders had as he slid down the side of the slope. He carefully approached the body and said softly, “Hi little fellow, can I have a look at your friend?”The simian looked at him and then gently stroked the dark.