Fir mami boli tum to itni jaldi out ho gaye?Me: meri jaan ye to pahla wicket gira hai abhi to 10 bar batting karni hai mujhe….Mami: acha? To aajo fi...….Mami ne apni penty utar di or bedpar let gai…Boli ki mera ras bhi chato ab.Mane unki taange failayi or unki makhmali chut mere samne thi..Mane use turant chatna suru kar diya…. Mami tadpne lagi thi….Aur mourn kar rhi thi…Aahhaaa…Ooohhhhh uuhhhha aaaah..Aur chato…Aahhhhooohhhhhhh ohhhhh..Uh…H..H.A.A.A.A.A..Aahhhhhhh….Mera lund dubara khada ho. Maya nodded, and repeated it.“I didn’t tell you to make yourself food, did I?” Sonia asked.“Uh, but--”“Did I?”“No, Miss. Sorry, Miss.” Maya lowered her head.“Greedy girl ... you can rub my feet while I eat. If you’re good, I’ll let you have some leftovers.”“Thank you, Miss,” Maya said softly, as she knelt on the floor and started massaging Sonia’s bare feet, going hungry while her friend ate the meal she had cooked.Sonia enjoyed her food, smiling as she heard her servant’s belly rumble.“Hmm,. ” she sighed and wiped her tears with her sleeve.“Chloe dear,” came a voice from the other side of the door. It was her mother, Daphnis, “Dinner is in 20 minutes, is everything okay? You rushed away the minute you saw me.”Chloe walked over to the door, “Yeah mom, everything’s fine. I just had to run to the bathroom really quick.”“Oh, nature calls, I hope everything is okay now...” her voice was just as calming as Chloe remembered it from years ago.“Yes, everything’s great ... I’ll see you in. But on this occasion I knew I had little time and little option but to simply get it done. I found the cheap pantie racks, identified some pink panties with little bows and hearts on, found my size, popped them into my basket and made my way to the queue at the checkout. As always the queue was long but it was not obvious what I was buying. Only when I got to the sales assistant – male, early 20’s – did my cheeks redden and I begin to feel the sweat running down my spine.I paid, took the bag.