Now I was feeling much better and I could move my body freely. I requested Poorvi to give me my video cam. She gave it to me. I checked it, but it was...dead. I removed the memory card and requested Poorvi to keep it with her. Suddenly, Ramesh entered the hut. He enquired about my health and was happy to know that I was feeling much better. We all had breakfast together. After some time, Ramesh went for his work.Just like this, one week passed. Poorvi took care of me the whole week. Now, I was. I looked back into her eyes and it was almost like they were challenging me, saying, “Go on, ask me. Have you got the balls? Do you want some of this? Do you want to fuck me or not?” As I stared at her huge tits I heard her say, “Well I’ve got other people to serve, so did you want some drinks? I’m assuming that’s why you came to the bar, not just to tease me and stare at my beautiful tits.” She threw her head back again and laughed. ‘Fuck, Fuck, Fuck,’ I thought, ‘I’ve got to get back upstairs. First, she's leaving a trail of wax behind her whereever she goes, which will be hard for her to get out of the carpets. Second, since the candles burn down - or up - in only some minutes, she tends to quicken her steps, while muffling some yelps into her gag, when she feels the heat nearing her buttocks. Which blows out the candles. Maybe a battery powered fluorescent tube, or some glow-in-the-dark lightsticks, would be better suited as a tail-light for her." "Poor Bowser is a little bit. After I finished this she kept the phone and I also did not call her for three days on third day she called me at 7 pm and invited for the dinner I was shocked and afraid too. I went there at 6 30 pm she opened the door Hemant came in running Hemant was there watching the news I played with Hemant for some time and then went to longue sat there with Hemant it was normal, bobby was busy in kitchen she was in her usual pant and top, we had chit chat and dinner at 8 then I left home I did not find.